Good bye Jenny Big-Foot. You were only two days old when you left home and you were my favourite toy I have made so far; we both have big broad feet, and a rather shy attitude to people we don't know.
You looked so proud as I tied your official name tag round your neck and my heart twinged as I listed you on Etsy. Less than two hours later you were no longer mine...but I was so pleased to find it was a fellow illustrator, Michele who had taken you. It made it easier.
I gave your beak a little (dry) kiss as I packed you in tissue and sent you on your way. Now you are travelling hundreds of miles away, across the Atlantic ocean - farther than I have ever been or probably ever will be. The toy shelf is emptier without you.
I might have to make you again.
You looked so proud as I tied your official name tag round your neck and my heart twinged as I listed you on Etsy. Less than two hours later you were no longer mine...but I was so pleased to find it was a fellow illustrator, Michele who had taken you. It made it easier.
I gave your beak a little (dry) kiss as I packed you in tissue and sent you on your way. Now you are travelling hundreds of miles away, across the Atlantic ocean - farther than I have ever been or probably ever will be. The toy shelf is emptier without you.
I might have to make you again.
