Showing posts with label Christmas presents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas presents. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 11, 2024

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

Christmas 1969

 His shoes eventually disappeared.  I cut his hair (much to the dismay of my Aunts who were babysitting me) and his face got badly stained from my insisting he be given cough medicine every time I got sick but lordy I loved that doll!


“Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.'

'Does it hurt?' asked the Rabbit. 

'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. 'When you are Real you don't mind being hurt.' 

'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked, 'or bit by bit?' 

'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.” 

― Margery Williams, The Velveteen Rabbit

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

It almost makes Christmas shopping look like fun

1960 ... it's a rubbery world!

Instead of the midnight madness and working through Thanksgiving dinner that it has become now.  Yes I am a Scrooge when it comes to Christmas,especially the impracticality of Christmas gifts and excess

Besides, What store is carrying this item for Christmas?



And whom can I count on to get it for me?