Hidden depths
Jul. 7th, 2010 09:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vr_trakowskiBack when I was leaving nursery school my teacher let me take home my favorite toy from the toy boxes because I could not bear to be parted from her. She had been left there by a previous student. I have loved her, sometimes quite hard, for many years since; she has had her eyes replaced and she's been repeatedly washed, and she's much more worn now, though she was hardly pristine then. I've always wondered where she came from, as I've never seen a stuffed cat quite like her.
In a moment of boredom I began searching on Google Images to see if I could find her. To shorten a long story, I got an informal opinion from an expert, and it turns out that my battered, beloved Mittens is a Steiff.
I never guessed such a lofty pedigree, and her button was long gone by the time she came my way. She has no value, of course, not in her condition. Except to me, and not because of her origins!
I still love her dearly. Some things one never outgrows.
P.S. By request. ;)
In a moment of boredom I began searching on Google Images to see if I could find her. To shorten a long story, I got an informal opinion from an expert, and it turns out that my battered, beloved Mittens is a Steiff.
I never guessed such a lofty pedigree, and her button was long gone by the time she came my way. She has no value, of course, not in her condition. Except to me, and not because of her origins!
I still love her dearly. Some things one never outgrows.
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P.S. By request. ;)
