Big Boy On A Shelf

You find the darnedest things when you pack yourself.

For example, I've wanted a cute camper for a while now. Guess what? It turns out I already own a camper! I found it in storage. It's an orange and pink pop up camper! But alas, it's too small to tow behind my Pumpkin Spice Subaru Crosstrek.

It's a Barbie camper.

:)

We found this beauty in a box of kids' toys.

Frisch's Big Boy!

I'm so glad we found him! He was a gift from my godmother, Rose. When we were dirt poor and living in an apartment in the city, we would take walks with our baby Luke, pushing him in a stroller along the bumpy sidewalks into the adjoining neighborhood where my godparents lived. We would often pop in to visit and have a cup of tea or coffee.

Rose didn't have a lot in the "toy" department, but one day she found this and gave it to baby Luke. And here I am, twenty seven years later, so happy to have found it once again.

Big Boy has become the official mascot of our move.

Some people put Elf on a Shelf over the holidays. Instead, we have Big Boy on a shelf.

When a job seems too huge, like say, packing the contents of a kitchen, Big Boy is there to remind me to put on my Big Girl pants, pull myself up by my suspenders, and get the job done.

I may or may not have caught myself talking to him on a few occasions. What can I say in my defense? Big Boy gives good advice!

Big Boy may even be influencing some of my design ideas for the next kitchen.

I'm so glad we found a mascot...just when we needed one, too!