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It started out being a little dubious; I was supposed to meet up with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
weaselmom for brunch and then a day of thrifting. However, weaselmom suffered a catastrophe on Saturday evening, (send good thoughts her way, gang, because she needs 'em!), so Plans Obviously Changed.
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 tostroppy_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 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 thatstroppy_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,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.)
weaselmom for brunch and then a day of thrifting. However, weaselmom suffered a catastrophe on Saturday evening, (send good thoughts her way, gang, because she needs 'em!), so Plans Obviously Changed.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
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 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
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,
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.)
