We've been cleaning lately. With all the remodeling we've done, we've become really good at packing, hauling and temporarily moving something to a new home.
Unfortunately, with things packed in cardboard and stacked, it's easy to forget what's where. It's also kind of nice to look at clutterless sections of new and improved and it seems kind of criminal to load em up right away.
That said. We've found some treasures. This is my childhood piggy bank. I believe my mom made it in a ceramic class when I was very young. You can see that it may have taken a tumble or two and possibly has had surgery.
I had forgotten all about Petunia Pig. It was fun to find her nestled away in a box of treasures.
And now I can look at her whenever I want. And I just knew you'd want to meet her.
3 comments:
can't believe Petunia is still so gorgeous, she is getting up there now. I could name a number, but you might not appreciate it. I wish I had made her, but instead I found her when you were a tiny baby. She was perfect then and perfect now. How she survived you and 2 kid brothers escapes me. Glad you like her. Mom
Ha. Mom, if you hadn't told me you bought her I'd still think you made her. Thanks for NOT revealing Petunia's exact age. Something about those NUMBERS in their black and white starkness. Shudder. : )
awwww! I love old things that you can't find anymore like post-op petunia pigs *s*
Now on age...tell me honestly, wouldn't you rather be the age you are now than be 20 again?
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