How Toys Become Real

I found a copy of The Velveteen Rabbit in my mother's bookshelf on Saturday, just a day after I had completed this doodle. (This doodle was inspired by said book.) I thought that it was my copy, and I even said, "You have my old book!" My mother corrected me, telling me that she had used the book with her clients when she was a therapist--"To help them with themes of reality." She had written her name in the front cover. I swore that it was my book. My mother told me, "No, you just liked to write your name in everything when you were little." And there it was, my name, written quite messily, a few pages into the book.

Later in the day, I picked up a porcelain dog that my father had brought back from Japan or somewhere. Some little imp had drawn on the bottom of the dog's feet with a pencil.

So, themes: Love can make you real. It's hard to love something that's shiny or pointy. Just because you write your name in something doesn't necessarily make it yours. As a child, I was sort of destructive. Coincidence is fun.