I did get to the mall last night, and bought myself a stuffed Snoopy. I was originally hoping for a lifelike cat, or maybe one made to look like a wild animal, a wolf or a panther or something. When I went up to the toy floor, though (this mall has specific foci on each floor) the choice was between te Peanuts store or some Disney characters or odd brightly-colored indeterminate critters with big eyes. It was an easy decision; I’ve always had an affinity for Snoopy and his people, ever since I was very small, in the days when I read only Peanuts and the Family Circle, because the rest of the comic page was too hard or too boring. By the time I was old enough to read all the comics, I had a few Peanuts collections and was getting others out of the library. There was a partied where you could give me the lead-in of any strip from 1950 up through the 1970s, and I could tell you the ending. (No one ever wanted to play that game, to my regret.) I stopped following it quite as religiously when I moved away from home and the easy availability of a daily newspaper, but I’ve never lost my fondness for Schulz’s work.
This is actually my third Snoopy; the first, acquired when I was three or younger, was much bigger than I was (3′ or so). The next was wearing a shirt that said “Puppy Love”, and was given to me by Victor at my 9th birthday party (we figured his mom picked out the present). At that sentimental age, I was old enough to be consciously fond of stuffed animals – not young enough to honestly play with them, but the age for them to be the necessary accoutrements for the proper preteen girl’s bed. I acquired a few other animals to keep him company, notably a hot-pink cat with long fur that got ratty very quickly, but the Snoopy was the only one I really bonded with. I still have him, but I suppose he’s off in a cold and lonely storage container somewhere, poor thing. (Anyway, that shirt made him a bit less snuggly than he ought to have been.) This new Snoopy is the most minimalist one of all the choices available. I might have settled for a Joe Cool with sunglasses, or a WWI Flying Ace with helmet and goggles, but I love the strip too much to buy anything that’s just not right. No Snoopy in boardshorts (actually, I can at least imagine him surfing), or lying on a star, or dressed like a Christmas elf, or worst of all lying on his stomach for me. (Everyone knows Snoopy sleeps on his back, at the peak of his doghouse. I must say that since I’d never seen an actual doghouse, it took me years to realize that was supposed to be odd.) The one I chose is small, but big enough to hold and feel uou’re holding something. It was only after I’d left the store that I remembered that there’s a Discovery store, or something like one, tucked in a back corner of the mall, that might have had a more lifelike animal, but by then I’d remembered how much I like Snoopy anyway.
Afterward, I went down to the below-ground floor and saw a random stuffed animal display. (The bottom floor is for food, housewares, and, aparently, random stuff.) There I also bought a tiny round penguin. Much easier to explain that one, I just fell in love with penguins when we were in Antartica. It’s not so much that this stuffed animal looks like a realistic penguin, as that penguin chicks do look a lot like stuffed animals.
Whether it’s coincidence or not, I slept well last night.
Two other things: I’ll probably make the cardigan for me after all; I forgot that to make a larger size I would also have needed to cast on more stitches to start with.
And, uh, sorry, America, but apparently I do owe you all an apology. (Last paragraph in that link.)