The blogosphere is a beautiful thing. There are blogs that will inspire you with stunning photos and eloquent writing. There are blogs that will teach you how to whip up a gourmet meal in a NY minute. There are blogs that will show you how to build a 4000 sq. ft. home out of a few pallets…
And then there is my blog.
This is where you get to meet Chuckie.
It doesn’t get any better than this people. Let me ‘splain.
Years ago when our daughter was small, we bought her a large doll, aka Chuckie. (I think you can figure out why we were inspired to name him that.) Well, she hates dolls. She hates them now and she hated them then.
My mother had one of those dolls made that was suppose to look like her. It creeped her out. She hated it.
And she hated Chuckie.
So Chuckie was banished from the playroom and spent many lonely days in the attic, wondering what on earth he might have done to deserve such treatment.
Feeling guilty, and in need of a way to make it look like someone was home when we were away, I would take Chuckie from the attic and place him on the sofa so his silhouette was visible from the street behind the sheer drapes. With a head his size it was an easy sell.
One day we came home and found Chuckie no longer had his body and there was a large scar on his face. When we asked him what happened, he simply said ‘you should see the other guy’. So now Chucky is just a big head.
When our daughter comes home to visit, I put Chuckie on her bed to freak her out. Yeah, I’m a mean, sadistic Mom.
Chuckie now follows us around pretty much everywhere. Here he is at our weekend place, relaxing near the fireplace…
You might remember Fisherman said my ruffled pillow looked like a doll’s body (gotta love ’em), so Chuckie felt it was his duty to oblige.
Here he is waiting for us to come to bed…
And here he is patiently waiting for dinner…
He even managed to grab a bottle of vino when our backs were turned. Pretty impressive for a head. He wasn’t too happy when we told him he was too young to indulge. He kinda went ‘Chuckie’ on us, and beat Fisherman over the head with his fishing pole.
The guy at the emergency room didn’t believe me. Go figure.
Chuckie doesn’t know it, but his most important job is yet to come.
Our daughter recently got engaged and she wants me to make a broach bouquet for her like the one pictured. I think Chuckie is just the right size. I think I’ll cover him up with fabric, stick a few dozen pins in him and call it a day. I think he deserves a prominent place at her wedding, and it’s the least we can do for him after all he’s been through.
She doesn’t read my blog so let’s keep this our little secret, ok?