It started out being a little dubious; I was supposed to meet up with [livejournal.com profile] weaselmom for brunch and then a day of thrifting. However, [livejournal.com profile] weaselmom suffered a catastrophe on Saturday evening, (send good thoughts her way, gang, because she needs 'em!), so Plans Obviously Changed.

[livejournal.com profile] stroppy_baggage was not thrilled with the idea of taking me thrift shopping, but he knew I had my little black & pink heart set on it, so off we went. The Crown Hill VV didn't turn up much (a dress that I need to change the neckline on, a couple of sewing patterns), and was filled with grouchy people. This did not Bode Well. Undaunted, we headed to the giant Goodwill downtown, where I found black-with-pink-piping satin pjs; a black velvet dressing gown; and a very cute (and brand new!) Victorian-esque cotton velvet jacket (from the Gap's brief flirtation with Victorian Gothic last fall; none of the ones I tried on fit properly at the time, but now? A size 12 fits, and beautifully).

That was not the best thing we found there, tho'. No, that honor goes to [livejournal.com profile] stroppy_baggage, who wandered off into the toy section, and came back out holding a bear, which I promptly snatched out of his hands with a squeak of "Murphy!" You see, he had managed to find a bear that is an EXACT twin to one of my oldest stuffed animals. Way back in 1979, I asked Santa for a Gund bear. Santa, being a very nice guy, gave me one. Murphy the bear went just about everywhere with me for a couple of years. (And yes, those of you who can do math: I was 11, and felt no qualms about carrying around a stuffed bear. Have I introduced you to [livejournal.com profile] clovisdvlbunny? Well, then.) Murphy (and his cousin Gunderson, who joined the family at Christmas in 1980), have been with me ever since. For a while, they stayed upstairs and guarded my altar, but then decided they wanted to hang out on the couch with the tribe of stuffed monsters.

The bear that [livejournal.com profile] stroppy_baggage found looks exactly like Murphy did, when Murphy was brand-new. This bear obviously had lived in someones collection since 1979 (the date on the tag), never being held, never being carted around by an eccentric child, never having vampire stories read to it in the middle of the night ... you get the idea.

His name is Dearby. He is currently sitting on the couch with Murphy, Gunderson, and the tribe of fuzzy monsters. He had an exciting afternoon of being taken to B&O Espresso for strawberry tart and going shopping at Pretty Parlor (where I found a new pink fluffy petticoat). For the record, I still have no qualms about wandering around while carrying a stuffed bear.

(Oh, and as a final treat to the day, [livejournal.com profile] stroppy_baggage gave me pink roses. I am not kidding when I say it was a Very Good Day, and I hope it is the template for how this coming week will go.)
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From: [personal profile] minim_calibre


Aww! I'm very glad you had a lovely day

From: [identity profile] pix-kristin.livejournal.com


What a wonderful day! You two are, as usual, adorable.

From: [identity profile] seven-veils.livejournal.com


I'm glad you had a good day. YAY!

Next time you want to go thrift store shopping and need a buddy, let me know, as I'd love to join you.

From: [identity profile] oldhalloween.livejournal.com


Sounds like an excellent day. How about a photo of the gang?

From: [identity profile] pvcdiva.livejournal.com


my 12-year-old nephew has a bear that I gave him when he was very very little. He still keeps that with him at night. He's had it longer than most of the boyfriends his mom's had...every now andagain the nost falls off and I have to sew it back on. I really don't want him ever to get teased for still having his bear at 12.

I think I will find it heartwrenching when Teddy is no longer so important to him...even though I know he has to grow up.

From: [identity profile] amaliedageek.livejournal.com


My son's 18; the bear he received as a baby still hangs out in his bed. He's a strapping guy who handles raptors and has to shave twice a day, and woe betide the visitor who teases him about that bear (or the soft toy cat his "uncle" in England brought him after his beloved cat died).

From: [identity profile] amaliedageek.livejournal.com


No stories????? Poor bear! Jennet is inconsolable.

I miss B&O. And the pajamas and dressing gown sound gorgeous!

From: [identity profile] girlgoth.livejournal.com


I remembered the post you made a while back looking for a little decorative vial to wear, and I couldn't remember if you got one or not. I saw this on eBay and thought of you. I have one like it, and it seals on the top and is very pretty. :)

http://cgi.ebay.com/COLBOLT-BLUE-PEWTER-BAT-BOTTLE_W0QQitemZ8924047152QQcategoryZ92841QQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem
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