This is the second entry in Color Week – Yellow. Check out the rest of the participants through Curious Bird.
This is Pooh. I stole inherited him from my brother about 25 years ago. He now sits on a shelf in my guest room – a well deserved break from many years of constant loving.
He reminds me of a favorite quote from the Velveteen Rabbit:
“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 your 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.”
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That’s a fantastic entry for yellow.Little pooh is truly real.
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Lovable Pooh Bear! Great choice for yellow, once again you have taken me back to my childhood.
My goodness, that Pooh is darling! Love it!
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Ooh he’s so sweet!
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perfect! such a great yellow post.
Yep, yellow is good too. :)
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Your Pooh was born in January 1974 in Seattle, Washington. He wasn’t purchased from a store. He was lovingly created by one of my students in the Adult Basic Education Program at Renton Vocational Technical School. I taught adults to read, write, and do basic math in preparation for taking their GEDs. A sweet mom named Carole stiched him together and presented him to me at a surprise baby shower that my class gave me just before your brother was born. He’s wearing the same little red tee shirt that he arrived in. His nose was embroidered on, and maybe someday, it can be repaired. In the meantime, he’s found a wonderful home. I wish Carole could see him now.