?

Log in

No account? Create an account
 
 
11 September 2008 @ 12:33 pm
The Story of "Head"  
Last week, I finally told Christopher the story of "Head." I'd told HalfshellHusband years ago, but the kids were too young.

Many years ago, my younger sister had a big stuffed rabbit that she called Bundy. (HalfshellHusband gets stuck on that name every time). Bundy was her favorite toy.

After a couple of years, Bundy got kind of threadbare. So my mother decided to make a new Bundy (and a new Eeyore for me), and move some of the parts from the old toys to the new ones. Stop for a minute and think about that from a little kid's perspective. :0 My Eeyore got the plastic lavender eyes and the ear and mouth-lining from the old one, and I was okay with that. My sister's Bundy #2 got the old Bundy's ear-lining.

What my mother didn't expect was that my sister was NOT prepared to give up Bundy #1. Ever. She dragged that earless rabbit around everywhere, and after about a year it disintegrated until only the head was left. An earless head with a fluffy bunny nose and magic-marker-drawn eyes.

It was creepy-looking. The rest of us named it "Head" for obvious reasons, and spent years using it as a living-room football (!) and wondering WHY my sister wouldn't get rid of it.

I saw Head about a decade ago. It looked much the same, only slightly more threadbare and with red mildew interspersed with the remaining fur. Ewwww…

The bigger question here though, really, is What the heck was my mother thinking? Sometimes I suspect that my mother doesn't really understand that children are not dogs with less fur. Oy. You can tell she doesn't share my sentimental nature. :0

Tags: ,
 
 
 
Princess Robot Bubblegum!astrothsknot on September 11th, 2008 09:48 pm (UTC)
My Mum was milder than that, but there were some things she just didn't get.

You don't mess with the toys. Ever. (I had to wait until Stewart was asleep before I could wash Betsy Bunny.)
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: weechestershalfshellvenus on September 11th, 2008 11:10 pm (UTC)
You don't mess with the toys. Ever. (I had to wait until Stewart was asleep before I could wash Betsy Bunny.)

God yes. My sister had to resort to 'borrowing' her youngest's toy dinosaur and dunking and scrubbing him surreptitiously in the sink while distracting her daughter with conversation. She couldn't even pry him away while her daughter slept!
mercurybard on September 12th, 2008 11:32 am (UTC)
LOL

It just sounds creepy...an earless bunny head.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: heh-hehhalfshellvenus on September 12th, 2008 04:58 pm (UTC)
:D Not only that, but the magic-marker eyes got bigger and bigger over time, until there was this sort of "killer clown" feel to them. :0

Seriously, "Head" was disturbing-looking. My sister, of course, never noticed!
Genevieve: nom nom nom by neododsmsgenevieve on September 14th, 2008 02:44 am (UTC)
Oh, my God. That kind of puts the Velveteen Rabit in a whole new perspective, doesn't it? LOL!

I *love* the fact that your sister still hasn't thrown it out, btw.
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors: Venushalfshellvenus on September 23rd, 2008 08:09 pm (UTC)
Oh, my God. That kind of puts the Velveteen Rabit in a whole new perspective, doesn't it? LOL!
I think the Velveteen Rabbit was lucky to only get a little threadbare. At least it wasn't missing major body parts! :0

I *love* the fact that your sister still hasn't thrown it out, btw.
I'm not sure she hasn't, but I suspect not. :0 "Head" was in a box that came to our house while my parents were en route to Houston (so, more like 14 years!) where my sister was living. They gave me my old Eeyore (which I *koff* put in the garbage later) and "Head" was on its way to Houston (the attic was the source of the mildew).

But knowing her (because she's also as big a packrat as my parents!), my sister still has "Head." Which would mean that she packed him and moved him from Texas to Oregon as well!