This is a Love Story a BEST Friend wrote in the last 2 days as a 10th birthday gift for her DD - The REAL "EmyLu"... She sent me a photo of the child enrobed & dreaming away in her favorite if odiferous friend, & asked if I could DO something with it to make it like a faint memory or "dream" ... Well - That's RIGHT up © The Dream Spinner's alley alrighty!!! And here is the tale & the final dreamstate "photo" of EmyLu & "The Tale of Smell B - A Love Story For My Daughter" - By my Friend, Barbara Webster... I hope you enjoy it!
Smell B started as a collection of bits in the scrap bag. She was to be a quilt for Kimmy Jean.
The woman cut and stitched and held her head just so, until Smell B was finished.
Smell B was yellow and pink and calico. She was pretty, her colors bright and vibrant, her patterns vivid and sharp.
Kimmy Jean liked Smell B fine.
Alas, as it sometimes goes, Kimmy Jean grew and lost her need of childish things.
One day she went off to school and never again thought of Smell B when she was frightened or sad.
Smell B sat in the daycare cubby for years, and years…
And years.
The children passed her by for brighter newer quilts. Quilts with Thomas the Train or Dora.
She waited and waited…
And waited.
One day she heard a mewling, the woman held a bundle. The woman stepped toward the cubby, rifling through the quilts.
This had happened before. The woman always overlooked her.
She was not new; she was of calico and not of Dora.
There was something about the sound from the bundle. Smell B hoped the woman would not over look her this time.
She called to the bundle;
“Choose me, choose me, I will love you best of all”
Smell B felt herself drawn from the cubby and gently swaddle the infant. Her now soft folds and muted colors a perfect fit.
She came to know the baby as Margaret Eugenia Lucinda Rose, but she called her EmyLu.
Smell B loved EmyLu, they grew inseparable.
She didn’t mind her corners used to wipe EmyLu’s face, or that she was folded in a roll to prop her up in the swing. She had EmyLu to cuddle and hold when she was frightened or lonely.
It was enough.
EmyLu loved Smell B too. She took her to Pre School and Arizona and to her brothers wedding. She took her to check the cows and on long trips with the family. Smell B held EmyLu, looked out the window and was very happy.
Over the years the woman made new quilts for EmyLu. They were bigger and brighter, the latest thing, but they were not Smell B.
As EmyLu grew, Smell B shrunk, her corners frayed, her center disappeared.
EmyLu never let her love for Smell B shrink or disappear. She couldn’t sleep without her soft embrace. If security had a fragrance it is that of Smell B when EmyLu tucked her under her nose and drifted off.
One day the woman cleaned in EmyLu’s room. Smell B waited under the pillow, a small tattered bundle of indistinguishable fluff. She was dirty and full of holes. She smelled…bad.
The woman gathered her up and carted her to the trash.
Smell B was old and tired, she had no strength.
Her middle was gone.
She would miss Margaret Eugenia.
She wondered if Margaret Eugenia would miss her too, when she was frightened or sad.
She felt the woman carry her to the barrel. The woman held her up and gave her a little toss…
And put her in this book for EmyLu to have for ever and always.
Love Mom
Happy Birthday #10
And no I didn’t throw her away!!
She’s under the pillow still.
The woman cut and stitched and held her head just so, until Smell B was finished.
Smell B was yellow and pink and calico. She was pretty, her colors bright and vibrant, her patterns vivid and sharp.
Kimmy Jean liked Smell B fine.
Alas, as it sometimes goes, Kimmy Jean grew and lost her need of childish things.
One day she went off to school and never again thought of Smell B when she was frightened or sad.
Smell B sat in the daycare cubby for years, and years…
And years.
The children passed her by for brighter newer quilts. Quilts with Thomas the Train or Dora.
She waited and waited…
And waited.
One day she heard a mewling, the woman held a bundle. The woman stepped toward the cubby, rifling through the quilts.
This had happened before. The woman always overlooked her.
She was not new; she was of calico and not of Dora.
There was something about the sound from the bundle. Smell B hoped the woman would not over look her this time.
She called to the bundle;
“Choose me, choose me, I will love you best of all”
Smell B felt herself drawn from the cubby and gently swaddle the infant. Her now soft folds and muted colors a perfect fit.
She came to know the baby as Margaret Eugenia Lucinda Rose, but she called her EmyLu.
Smell B loved EmyLu, they grew inseparable.
She didn’t mind her corners used to wipe EmyLu’s face, or that she was folded in a roll to prop her up in the swing. She had EmyLu to cuddle and hold when she was frightened or lonely.
It was enough.
EmyLu loved Smell B too. She took her to Pre School and Arizona and to her brothers wedding. She took her to check the cows and on long trips with the family. Smell B held EmyLu, looked out the window and was very happy.
Over the years the woman made new quilts for EmyLu. They were bigger and brighter, the latest thing, but they were not Smell B.
As EmyLu grew, Smell B shrunk, her corners frayed, her center disappeared.
EmyLu never let her love for Smell B shrink or disappear. She couldn’t sleep without her soft embrace. If security had a fragrance it is that of Smell B when EmyLu tucked her under her nose and drifted off.
One day the woman cleaned in EmyLu’s room. Smell B waited under the pillow, a small tattered bundle of indistinguishable fluff. She was dirty and full of holes. She smelled…bad.
The woman gathered her up and carted her to the trash.
Smell B was old and tired, she had no strength.
Her middle was gone.
She would miss Margaret Eugenia.
She wondered if Margaret Eugenia would miss her too, when she was frightened or sad.
She felt the woman carry her to the barrel. The woman held her up and gave her a little toss…
And put her in this book for EmyLu to have for ever and always.
Love Mom
Happy Birthday #10
And no I didn’t throw her away!!
She’s under the pillow still.
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