Today’s offering of fancy notions comes with a confession. It has to do with childhood stubbornness and hygiene. You’ve been forewarned.
As a child I had really terrible hygiene. It went beyond the normal hatred of toothbrushing – I didn’t like to brush my hair or take showers or even change my underwear if I could help it. The new underwear was so cold and scratchy, and the old underwear was soft and warm…. As for the hairbrushing, I eventually had to cut a huge rat’s nest out of my hair at the nape of my neck. Dandruff was also involved somewhere in all of this. Surprisingly, I had friends, but this situation was getting to be a real problem.
My mom decided that she would set up a positive reinforcement system in which I had to check off on a chart each time I washed my face and brushed my teeth and changed my underwear. If I performed all of my hygenic duties during the week, I would get a reward at the end of the week. At the time, I was really into these stuffed mice that wore costumes, so my promised weekly reward was a new mouse of my choosing. I really wanted those mice, so what do you think I did? I cheated.
I started feeling really guilty about cheating however, and eventually my hygiene got better. I suppose it did, anyway. You tell me.
So today’s free gift to the first or most sincere person who writes into the comments section asking for it is one of these costumed mice. I have to add a disclaimer that this particular hula girl mouse is not one of the ill-gotten “reward” mice; this mouse is from the era when I had stopped being so disgusting but my mom decided she really liked costumed mice so she kept buying them and would give one to me whenever my dad seemed curious about the new acquisition.
You not only get a hula girl mouse, but two plastic rods shaped like bamboo that can be used either as Hawaiian Pu’ili implements for the mouse or as polynesian-themed purse handles (for which they were originally intended).
The edges of the bamboo sticks are a little scuffed from the previous purse handle fabric that had to be forcibly removed from them, but I’m sure a little Goof-Off and elbow grease can take care of any imperfections.
Tell me you want these things, and I’ll mail them to you. Sorry, dirty underwear not included.