Day #76

I found this bag in Maine a year or two ago, and carry it with me everywhere I go. I like the feet and the face best, and I like how it feels like I'm cuddling something when I sit down. I even like that strange people come up to me to talk about it when I'm out and about.

It has gotten kind of soiled, but I'm afraid to wash it. I don't want it to fall apart or change in any significant way. It won't last forever. The back is already worn. I wish I could tell the person(s) who made it how much happiness it brings me. I hope they already suspect this might be true.