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Sentiment

Sentiment

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I’m not overly sentimental. I have a few small trinkets that belonged to my mother and father, but mostly I keep my memories in words and pictures – locked up in my mind.

Thingy

                        “Thingy”

But there is this one thingy I cannot seem to get rid of. I don’t know how to describe them (I’m sure they had a generic name like Pixie at the time I acquired them), but a picture speaks a thousand words – I’ll rather show you. Thingy hung from the rear-view mirror of my very first car (the one I drove into a tree on my very first driving lesson) and has moved from car to car over the years. And as the years tumbled over, so Thingy had become older and believe it or not, grayer – like me (okay, their hair faded in the sun, but allow me some poetic license!) Thingy also lost some body hair and their eyes might have faded, but my memory on that aspect has likewise faded.

So when my car had to be serviced a while ago, I removed everything from its interior in preparation, mindful of the signs at the service station.

[MANAGEMENT WILL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR THE LOSS OF ANY VALUABLES]

And Thingy is valuable to me, in a sentimental way, so I decided Thingy needed a make-over. Having had purple hair (way-out for the late seventies – or was it a hippy left-over?), I decided they should stay true to their nature. I told madam what I wanted and accompanied her to the wool store to choose a colour I thought would fit Thingy. The wool looked like it had an electric shock or was frightened by an Orca swimming though the store – frizzy and ideal.

Hairless Thingy

                    Hairless Thingy

New Thingy

                      New Thingy

Back home, madam promptly set to work knitting Thingy a better-than-Trump hairpiece, while I ensured all their old hair was removed. Thingy looked a bit dismal without their hair, although they kept on smiling.

Madam finished the toupee and I set to work fixing it to Thingy’s bare head. Madam delved into her drawer of odds-and-ends and retrieved a bag with bows and ribbons she had saved from gifts. I chose a blue ribbon to complete the ensemble / assemblage and Voila! Thingy was a new creature.

They are now hanging proudly in my car.
Do you have anything that you just cannot get rid of?

 

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Author: Kris

Hi! I'm Kris. I live in South Africa with my life partner of 27+ years, whom I call B or Madam in my posts. We have a Pug dog child, Remi, also known as Pooch, who has graced and enriched our lives for the past 12 years.

7 thoughts on “Sentiment

  1. I used to have trolls when I was a kid, too! I love its make-over. Very glam.

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  2. I had a troll collection as a child – they were gender neutral enough for me to play with. Mostly they were small (3 or 4 inches tall?) but they also had some larger ones. They remind me of the 7 dwarfs.

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  3. They are a troll doll!
    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troll_doll
    I was at the movies last night, and actually saw a poster for an upcoming film about Trolls.
    I have a few stuffed animals I can’t/won’t get rid of.

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    • Ah! Thanks, Kameron, now memory kicks in. That film sounds like something I would enjoy, unless they are the Chucky kind. Enjoy your stuffed animals!

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  4. Hmm…I don’t know what Thingy is, but it’s kind of cute and looks happy with its new hair. I have a lot of things I can’t get rid of and it’s mostly because I’ve had them a long time or they belonged to someone who’s no longer around. I carry a piece of amethyst in my car that I’ve had for about 25 years. I consider it good luck. Mostly I’m just superstitious about removing things I’ve had for a long time.

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