|The color is Warmed Cider. It looks nice with the Pumpkin Pie Spice in the hallway.|
Of course, the whole room and closet was torn apart. We made some hard choices before returning things to the closet. Surprisingly, what follows was not a difficult choice for me.
Mushy pillow was made by my Oma for me when I was about 3 or so. I think. It's hard for me to remember. It was my security thing. No blanket. Just a plain pillow.
Mushy pillow didn't start out that way. It was a normal home-made pillow. After lots of huggin' and squeezin' and cryin', it became Mushy. I slept with it until I got married. And maybe after for a bit.
At some point after we moved here, I was able to put Mushy up on the top shelf of my closet, but only because whenever it was moved it left a trail of pillow dust. I just wasn't ready to give it up.
Yesterday I was. I tossed it into the trash without a blink of the eye. No tears.
Lucky for you, I did take pictures. Over the years, I had to add more pillow cases so that Mushy didn't leak out everywhere. So, here is Mushy, unwrapped.
|Layer 1: A yellow t-shirt pillowcase, circa 1999-ish|
|Layer 2: Striped pillowcase from extra-long twin set bought for college, circa 1994. If you look closely, you might notice some of Mushy's dusty yellow innards leaking out.|
|Layer 3: Some plain white thing I don't remember, circa ?|
|Layer 4: Sesame Street pillowcase from my earliest childhood memories, completely faded and threadbare.|
|Layer 5: A wicked-cool crazy green case that went with the sheets on my older sisters' beds when I was little.|
|The core: Here it is, bare-naked Mushy with some innards dusting the front walkway.|
|A closer look: Notice the pretty fabric Oma picked out for me.|
The fabric on Mushy said, "There's a rainbow in every raindrop." Funny, but that is pretty much how I look at life.