My m’ is a pig. Oops, that didn’t come out right! I mean, she was born in the year of the Pig. Oops some more, that just revealed her age. (Man I’m gonna get an earful of nagging tonight for saying those things IN PUBLIC!) So she’s obsessed with collecting pig figurines, pig soft toys, pig posters, pig everything. Babe is one of her favourite movies. She’s not alone though, many of her “piggie” friends are the same. Which makes me wonder why people born under all the other animal signs are never that fanatical. You don’t see me with a room full of goat-shaped paraphernalia, do you? And TM doesn’t even have anything cat related. Maybe because pigs are so cute — well, at least the toy ones are — with their short little snouts and curly little tails and chubby little tummies full of food / fluff.
Anyway, come to think of it, it’s been mostly our brother and I who have been collecting piggie things for m’. 🙂 Like these guys right here:
Mama Piggie was bought at St. Kilda Sunday market a looong time ago. I think it was in 1999, before m’ came to live here. Baby Piggie was picked up from a different shore, literally. She was “born” only last year, at another beach-side market stall, all the way in Venice Beach, Los Angeles. She’s just the sweetest little thing, “currently” measuring at 1.7cm tall! Both of them are made of clay, although Mama is of a much harder and heavier type. Pretty fitting, hey? Another coincidence is that both of them were brought back to Vietnam for m’, by her incredibly thoughtful, undeniably caring, and unbelievably loving sister. Ahem. 🙂