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Sep. 12th, 2004 05:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nnyI'm sure you'll be relieved to know that I did, indeed, get my giraffe. He's currently sitting on my bedroom floor.
I've wanted a stuffed giraffe for ages. I trace the desire back to reading an "old bear" book, which had a giraffe in called Jolly Tall, but I'm pretty sure that I always thought they were cool. I have memories of one of those "oh, the poor deserted bear, let's find a lonely child OTP!" Christmas books, and that had an illustration of a giraffe toy.
Have you ever seen a giraffe? In real life, I mean, because television doesn't even begin to cover it. They're just... out of this world. And I'm not using that as a meaningless WOW phrase, I meant it almost literally. They're so very far outside of every day experience, because they are on such a completely different scale. They make me think of dinosaurs, bizarre as that might sound. Elephants are huge, but they're huge in a very solid way. They look real. Giraffes... they're so delicate looking.
So last night, on my way to the shop on a late night mission, I saw a giraffe staring at me dolefully from the window of a charity shop. He was clean and in perfect condition, and... so *damn* cute. I'm twenty one years old. I'm not supposed to do cute any more. I was entirely helpless against black button eyes.
So yeah. I now own a giraffe called Chris. I also own Don Quixote, Captain Corelli's Mandolin, and something called Reading in the Dark, because I'm entirely unable to pass up a bargainous book.
This icon? My in denial/childhood icon. It makes me happy.
I've wanted a stuffed giraffe for ages. I trace the desire back to reading an "old bear" book, which had a giraffe in called Jolly Tall, but I'm pretty sure that I always thought they were cool. I have memories of one of those "oh, the poor deserted bear, let's find a lonely child OTP!" Christmas books, and that had an illustration of a giraffe toy.
Have you ever seen a giraffe? In real life, I mean, because television doesn't even begin to cover it. They're just... out of this world. And I'm not using that as a meaningless WOW phrase, I meant it almost literally. They're so very far outside of every day experience, because they are on such a completely different scale. They make me think of dinosaurs, bizarre as that might sound. Elephants are huge, but they're huge in a very solid way. They look real. Giraffes... they're so delicate looking.
So last night, on my way to the shop on a late night mission, I saw a giraffe staring at me dolefully from the window of a charity shop. He was clean and in perfect condition, and... so *damn* cute. I'm twenty one years old. I'm not supposed to do cute any more. I was entirely helpless against black button eyes.
So yeah. I now own a giraffe called Chris. I also own Don Quixote, Captain Corelli's Mandolin, and something called Reading in the Dark, because I'm entirely unable to pass up a bargainous book.
This icon? My in denial/childhood icon. It makes me happy.
