Wednesday, July 8, 2015

30 years, give or take

When Mom was pregnant with KidBrother Sam, we took a family trip to Solvang. While on that trip, Mom bought me a stuffed Applause pig (which I only remember because of the tag), whom I named Perfect, after the world's darkest children's book (which was also a favorite).

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Memorable, right?

Perfect was my favorite stuffed animal, who I slept with every night until Andrew and I got married. Despite being booted out of the bed, Perfect was relocated to a place of honor on top of my dresser.

We talk about "special toys" with Genevieve a lot, mostly so that she understands that when she's playing with other people's things, she needs to be extra careful with them. She, too, has Special Toys, but yesterday's Special Toy may not be today's Special Toy. (Ah, being three years old.)

At some point, Genevieve asked if she could snuggle with Perfect. This was fine with me. After a week of asking to snuggle with Perfect, Genevieve said, "I would like a pig just like Perfect to be MY special toy."

"I'll see what I can do," I said.

We don't buy toys for Genevieve all willy-nilly, but after she fell asleep I thought to myself, "I wonder if I *could* find another pig like this one."

So, off I went to Google and I searched "Applause stuffed pig" under image search, and lo and behold, there was a 1985 Applause pig- who looked JUST like perfect, brand new (tags, but obviously not "brand new", since it was from 1985), and for sale for a completely reasonable price on eBay.

So, like any person would do (at 3am, because you have strange pregnancy-related-middle-of-the-night-insomnia), I hit "Buy it Now!" and anxiously awaited the new pig's arrival.

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Perfect, left. Genevieve the Pig, right.
When I opened the terrifying packaging, I was very surprised to see the difference between the New Pig (later, named "Genevieve the Pig" (again, see "Three Years Old")), and my much older, very well-loved Perfect. (Aside: does anyone else get upset when stuffed animals are STUFFED into a plastic bag without air? I may never outgrow this particular bugaboo.)

A little threadbare. Short one tail, due to an unfortunate incident with my aunt's black lab (when I was 11 years old). A bit faded.

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After 30 years (or so), I suppose we all grow a little threadbare, with some damage (and battle scars) from our life experiences. But it doesn't make us any less special.

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If one is good, then two is better.

Obviously.

4 comments:

  1. Oh wow, how cool that you were actually able to find Perfects Doppelgänger on ebay! I should try to find my special toy (a large grey rabbit named Zeppel) on the internet...

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  2. Oh how I remember the three year old stage, and the special toys. Our special toy was a little French dog with a jaunty beret. Dogger was lost one day and my husband combed French websites looking for another one. Eventually a new Dogger arrived and we gave the parcel to our girl to open. "Wow" she said"Dogger grew a lot on his holidays!" Yup he really had by about 24cm!

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  3. Oh how I remember the three year old stage, and the special toys. Our special toy was a little French dog with a jaunty beret. Dogger was lost one day and my husband combed French websites looking for another one. Eventually a new Dogger arrived and we gave the parcel to our girl to open. "Wow" she said"Dogger grew a lot on his holidays!" Yup he really had by about 24cm!

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