autisticelders wrote:
I generally have at least one fuzzy blanket within easy reach at all times. Today's fashions even allow me to wear one as a shawl or poncho and not look too odd... I'd do it anyway. Its more difficult in summer when it is too hot to cuddle with a blanket. I have a lot of stuffed toys, some fit in pocket or backpack easily. I am 70, never mind what others think, do what is right for you.
I loved wearing my quirky rat on my shoulder in public with my short black dress. A black toy. I can't believe I forgot his name, it was pretty funny. I loved petting him and playing with his whiskers. He could genuinely be a better bag if I wanted him to be and poked a hole in its back.
When I was young had this bear, named Bellybutton. He had a big belly and a pink huge wiggly round nose made to be Fozzie Bear but cooler, with the perfect color of, sadly, diarrhea. My attachment to him was unlike anything else, it physically hurt to not find him. I used to keep asking dad why its nose is like that not really understanding but eventually fell hard for his quirks and his old stuck short fluff.
Omg I think this is him ; u ; Those half closed plastic eyes... I remember. And I remember how I kept pulling at his hat until i took it off. He was better naked. He had a strange lumped head and I liked his strange folded ears
Come home, Bellybutton!
Apparently it's labeled rare vintage toy. "Rare Vintage 1976 Fisher Price Jim Hensen Muppet 851 Fozzie Bear Plush Toy"
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