First Love Old Worn Toys

First love at the brocante, Toy-mouse

 

French Husband found this at the brocante.

He held it up like as if it were a prize, "Look at this cute little thing!" (He said in a baby voice, that I love and that he rarely uses.)

I acted like I didn't care.

I rolled my eyes,

I turned my back,

and said in a sarcastic voice said, "It looks like something the cat brought in? Doll, tell me it isn't a dried up piece of poop or a mouse… Is it?"

French Husband was caught off guard.

His Queen (that's me) of loving old, tattered, closer to the garbage can than to the queen's jewel box had failed him.

He said in a sad little voice, (Can you hear it? You know the sweet shocking surprised type of voice.)

"This was a loved, well worn, worthy little treasure, imagine the hands that had played with it."

I interrupted him, "You mean how many cats tortured it!"

"Oh Corey, it is so sweet, you gotta buy it," He pleaded in a flat-out serious grown-up voice.

Just as he was about to toss it back to the dealer, I grabbed it.

You gotta love a guy who thinks junk is golden, and a dried up mouse a jewel.

 



Comments

7 responses to “First Love Old Worn Toys”

  1. I was hoping you would take it. You can tell how beloved Mousie was by previous owners.

  2. Haha but looks rat like to me. Clearly it was well loved by someone or someone’s cat. 😏

  3. Got to love that he is finding amusement at the brocante! Way better than the alternative! xo

  4. You gotta love a man like that! Just adorable, I wonder, like the comment above, was it someone’s well loved toy or someone’s cat’s well loved toy!

  5. …quelle belle déclaration d´amour….!
    xxx Tina 😉

  6. Amylia Grace Yeaman

    I love the way he thinks and I love the way you think. Funny how you both seem so different and yet quite alike.

  7. Teddee Grace

    I love this mouse! So many memories it carries. I just spent a week cleaning out three storage units in Phoenix that I’ve been paying rent on for years. Finally got a newer car that would take me safely to the desert and back. I gave almost everything to a total stranger, a woman I met in line while paying for my lunch the second day I was there. What I brought back had to fit in a regular four-door sedan. If I had had a collision coming back to Colorado my car would have exploded like a penata! This little mouse was the sort of thing that found its way into the few boxes I was able to salvage…small, but mighty with memories.

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