Letting Go

If you follow my other blog (or even if you've been around this blog for awhile), you'll know I make dolls and plush.

The newest cuddle of micro Pocket Fluffs were all ready to be placed up for adoption, and I invited Glimmer to join me while I photographed them.

She was more than happy to help.
In her short time here, she's shown quite a love for the little creatures that live with us.

Sparkle, on the other hand, could care less about the "little fluff balls."

"You needz to beez good little fluffs and behavemost today," she told them as she carefully fluffed their fur.

I was very impressed that she managed to calm them down and get them to stand nicely in a row for me.

As I took photos though, I began to notice a change in little Glimmer...

I couldn't stand to see her looking so sad and forlorn.
I asked her what was wrong.

"I love dem all so very muchly. Why must they goez away?"

I was a little surprised by her question at first. I suppose I've gotten used to Sparkle and her sharing all of her fae wisdom with me.
I had to remind myself that little Glimmer was much younger, and far more innocent.

I explained that I too loved all of the little fluffs and monsters that live in the Scribble house.
I always feel a little sad sending them away to their new homes.

But I also knew it wouldn't be fair to not share them with others.
Think of all the fun and adventures they will get to see in their new homes!
Think of how much their new owners will love and adore them!

With so many little fluffs here at once, we couldn't possibly give each of them enough attention.

All we can do is hug them and play with them as much as possible while they're still here with us.
That way, when they go to their new homes, they take a little piece of us with them.

Glimmer didn't say much to all this.
She quietly went back to playing with her three little friends.

I couldn't help but notice the sad, distant look she got when I told them it was time to come inside.
I was pretty sure I saw her quickly wipe away a few tears.

Perhaps when the newest cuddle of micro fluffs join us, I'll let her have first pick.