I haven’t updated since October 2009 here. Way too bad, considering that my attachment to my toys, both present and past, has increased, and my love for them as well. So many memories, so many experiences… my toys continue being precious and everlasting a presence in my life. I will never get tired to look at them, hold them, smile at them, tell them my joys and my tears, and seldom playing with them. Whenever I feel uninspired to produce something creative, THEY remind me that imagination is innate in every human being, and it’s alive at every age, and it’s not rare that a mere 10 minutes spend with the company of my toys makes me come up with cool ideas I would never thought of before.
In the photo here, you can see Hitmonchan and myself back on 2001. I was 16 years old then, and I used to play a lot. My Hitmonchan - one that I sewed myself - was wearing a similar shirt to mine, and it was so fun taking that photo together. :) I wish to hold my little one again.. Hopefully, one day I’ll get him out of that garage… I miss him deeply.
What holds me back from taking him now? Simple: my phobia for spiderwebs. x_x The garage’s FULL of those, and I cannot find anyone willing to do me the favour so far…
Call me Lou. My heart was made softer by the sweetest toys I ever owned in my life. If nowadays I'm a better person, I owe it to them too. It's like they were always alive for my heart, like in 'Toy Story'. And on this blog, you're going to read about them and the happiness they brought in my ordinary life. ♥
