"Describe a beloved toy from childhood."
Quilty.
Whenever Nicola (my recent housemate - now sadly moved out) hears me talk about Quilty, she laughs because she has a friend called Quilty. (NB I don't talk about Quilty that often. Just if it comes up. Like now :) ) The idea of a human called Quilty confuses me because it is clearly the affectionate (add a 'y') version of the word QUILT. As in a blanket. (Sorry to the human Quilty - I should not criticise/question your name.)
So, Quilty. It is possible that Quilty still exists...somewhere in my room...(bed).... Although, obviously, as an adult I am perfectly capable of existing without it. (Quilty has no gender.) I definitely don't hug it as I go to sleep.
Quilty was my blanket as as baby. (I can hear many gasps of surprise right now.) Yes, that is what Quilty was. Which means it is, essentially, a rectangle. Because of its extreme age (34 now!), and because of a PREVIOUS habit I had of chewing Quilty, it has had to have several new covers. At one point there wasn't enough of the fabric I'd selected so MUM HAD TO CUT OFF A CORNER OF QUILTY!!! (So I guess Quilty is technically a pentasomething. Irregular pentagon?)
That unfortunate (maiming) event started the black-fabric-with-flashes-of-colour-and-some-lovely-silk-thread-sewing-done-by-me-to-keep-Quilty-located-within-its-casing era, and because of the end of the chewing phase, Quilty lived in that case for I guess about 25 years, but has recently had to graduate to its current home. This is a black, white, blue, purple and yellow bit of fabric given to me by my friend Sarah when she came back from Kenya. As she has been me friend since primary school, she is probably aware of Quilty, and will hopefully approve of this use of (some of) her gift.
P.S. in case some of you are drunk/a tad...easily confused.... The above picture is NOT Quilty.
Quilty.
Whenever Nicola (my recent housemate - now sadly moved out) hears me talk about Quilty, she laughs because she has a friend called Quilty. (NB I don't talk about Quilty that often. Just if it comes up. Like now :) ) The idea of a human called Quilty confuses me because it is clearly the affectionate (add a 'y') version of the word QUILT. As in a blanket. (Sorry to the human Quilty - I should not criticise/question your name.)
So, Quilty. It is possible that Quilty still exists...somewhere in my room...(bed).... Although, obviously, as an adult I am perfectly capable of existing without it. (Quilty has no gender.) I definitely don't hug it as I go to sleep.
Quilty was my blanket as as baby. (I can hear many gasps of surprise right now.) Yes, that is what Quilty was. Which means it is, essentially, a rectangle. Because of its extreme age (34 now!), and because of a PREVIOUS habit I had of chewing Quilty, it has had to have several new covers. At one point there wasn't enough of the fabric I'd selected so MUM HAD TO CUT OFF A CORNER OF QUILTY!!! (So I guess Quilty is technically a pentasomething. Irregular pentagon?)
That unfortunate (maiming) event started the black-fabric-with-flashes-of-colour-and-some-lovely-silk-thread-sewing-done-by-me-to-keep-Quilty-located-within-its-casing era, and because of the end of the chewing phase, Quilty lived in that case for I guess about 25 years, but has recently had to graduate to its current home. This is a black, white, blue, purple and yellow bit of fabric given to me by my friend Sarah when she came back from Kenya. As she has been me friend since primary school, she is probably aware of Quilty, and will hopefully approve of this use of (some of) her gift.
P.S. in case some of you are drunk/a tad...easily confused.... The above picture is NOT Quilty.
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