It all started with this Pooh bank, a flea market find. His face was so irresistible, there was no leaving him behind! Who knew that would open the floodgates for the Pooh merchandise to make its way into the house?
Nick bought me the little WDCC Pooh with the hunny pot, which I immediately ruined! You can't see where from this pic, but he was sitting on the kitchen window sill (this very one) with the rest of the collection and when I went to open the window, his little bib caught on the window lip and flipped him right off onto the hard counter. Needless to say, I couldn't fix the bib ties, they were smashed into smithereens, how the rest of the figurine wasn't, I will never know!
I promptly moved the Winnie the Pooh collection over to the kitchen desk, and it grew from there.
We found this Pooh at the flea market as well, and since he was so similar to the bank we got earlier, we brought him home too, and now there were three, which makes a collection. We have not been able to stop either! Would you be able to resist those faces?
On a side note, when I was a little girl, my grandparents gave me a stuffed Winnie the Pooh. I loved that toy. Like my Donald Duck stuffed animal, I don't know what happened to my Pooh Bear. He has been on a list in the back of my mind, a quest, a holy grail if you will. One day I will find him again. This was as close as I could get.