Awwww I love this so much. I’ve never been able to part with certain childhood teddies. I cherish thrift stores and vintage markets sooo much. I remember during a particularly gruelling depression my mum managed to get me out of bed and she drove me to a vintage fair. The items on sale - old pictures, teapots and tea sets, old typewriters and books… and so much more - just lit up a very weary heart. I cried walking from stall to stall because it had felt I couldn’t feel, and yet here I was, feeling it all in those old, pre-loved items and colours and, and, magic. 🪄❣️
Seeing old toys brings those times back so vividly. Tastes, smells, emotions. Plastic skateboards, homemade go karts, tinker toys, Lincoln logs, playdo, and that big box of 64 Crayola crayons.
This is such a huge coincidence Miranda! That you should write about toys when I’ve spent a weekend trying to sort through boxes and boxes of them with my son, décisions on what yo keep and what to let go have been made but they were hard for him (and often me too). I encouraged him to keep anything that held a memory… reading this I’m so glad I did! Although I seem to have almost as many boxes to store in the attic as there were to begin with! 🤭x
What a lovely post. I still have my teddy bear, that is now 59 years old. He is much mended and too fragile to handle much, though if you punch his tunny he still growls.
❤️ this! I adored my Katy CopyCat doll … she sat at a little desk, and she drew whatever I drew. It was magic! As a very lonely, isolated and frightened little girl she was the perfect “friend” - unthreatening, loved to draw, very quiet 🙏🏻
I still have my Barbie doll. She was never a fashion model in our games; when I found her she was dressed in rawhide and her hair had not been combed in decades. She was an Indian Princess! When I found her, I dressed her in white satin and lace and put her on my Christmas tree to be an angel.
As an adult I had things I called "hold ons". Feathers were a hold on for me. Holding onto a seagull feather helped me through a particularly uncertain time.
Awwww I love this so much. I’ve never been able to part with certain childhood teddies. I cherish thrift stores and vintage markets sooo much. I remember during a particularly gruelling depression my mum managed to get me out of bed and she drove me to a vintage fair. The items on sale - old pictures, teapots and tea sets, old typewriters and books… and so much more - just lit up a very weary heart. I cried walking from stall to stall because it had felt I couldn’t feel, and yet here I was, feeling it all in those old, pre-loved items and colours and, and, magic. 🪄❣️
Seeing old toys brings those times back so vividly. Tastes, smells, emotions. Plastic skateboards, homemade go karts, tinker toys, Lincoln logs, playdo, and that big box of 64 Crayola crayons.
This is such a huge coincidence Miranda! That you should write about toys when I’ve spent a weekend trying to sort through boxes and boxes of them with my son, décisions on what yo keep and what to let go have been made but they were hard for him (and often me too). I encouraged him to keep anything that held a memory… reading this I’m so glad I did! Although I seem to have almost as many boxes to store in the attic as there were to begin with! 🤭x
What a lovely post. I still have my teddy bear, that is now 59 years old. He is much mended and too fragile to handle much, though if you punch his tunny he still growls.
❤️ this! I adored my Katy CopyCat doll … she sat at a little desk, and she drew whatever I drew. It was magic! As a very lonely, isolated and frightened little girl she was the perfect “friend” - unthreatening, loved to draw, very quiet 🙏🏻
I still have my Barbie doll. She was never a fashion model in our games; when I found her she was dressed in rawhide and her hair had not been combed in decades. She was an Indian Princess! When I found her, I dressed her in white satin and lace and put her on my Christmas tree to be an angel.
As an adult I had things I called "hold ons". Feathers were a hold on for me. Holding onto a seagull feather helped me through a particularly uncertain time.