Childhood Relics Remain, Seem Small (Miss Piggy and Company)
As a child, everything seems larger than life. The only competition is our imagination.
While cleaning out my Grandparent’s old house my Dad reported he’d spotted ‘Miss Piggy’, and I almost too gleefully responded with a desire to see her. And there she was when we looked in the dusty and
neglected closet - a Muppet Babies version stuffed animal of a one Miss Piggy in a pink dress and
bonnet, pale blond curls
messily fraying from her head. Oh, she even had little gloves and booties with lace trim! Fancy, huh? (She was styled in this fashion of a doll, but not Christmas-themed.)
I, myself, had to version of Miss Piggy as a child. I have, to this day (although it is in my parents’
basment) a Miss Piggy doll with a sparkly purple dress and lilac gloves. I did a quick search, and found a picture of her online. Of course, mine isn’t in a box. I liked to make her sing - she channeled glamor so well with those elbow-length gloves.
Growing older, we still embrace what we loved.
The other incarnation of Miss Piggy I had is different in my memory than what I believe she was. She was sold (thoughtlessly and without my permission!) at a garage sale to a neighbor girl that I never much cared for. In my childhood memory I remember that she was a puppet, but I imagine her to have been a giant puppy that enveloped my entire arm. Which, she probably did. But you know what I’m saying. In reality she is not the size of a dog, more like a small puppy. Not that Miss Piggy would want to be compared to any sort of canine.
About the Author: Your above-average sweet, smart, and snarky Girl Friday. Impeccable taste. Analytical. Liberal. Friend to animals. Always found in cute shoes.
