Clean Creatures

Having opened the sacks containing my soft toys yesterday, I decided they all needed a good wash.
Here is a selection, hanging to dry in front of the heater. I almost need to move to a bigger house so that they don’t have to go back in their sacks and into the garage.
I am a sentimental hoarder.

Red’s Dead Baby, Red’s Dead

I was searching for a cushion that graced our first home out in the garage this afternoon. I came across the two sacks containing my soft toys from childhood. There was Barbara Bunny, Big Pinky, Tartan Ted, and Bluebell to name but a few.
As an only child for almost six years; I am fine with admitting that these toys were friends. They all have names and I remember hours of fun with them.
It may be the particularly strong homesickness I have been feeling lately that brought it on, but I am also not ashamed to say I wept at the state of poor Red Fraggle, all squashed and brittle. She is never going back out to that garage. NEVER.