This is an ornament my mom painted when I was just a little girl. I think it's me; S says it does eerily look like me, if I was a muppet. It's my second favorite ornament. I had S take a picture of my favorite ornament, but then I realized that it had my full name on it, so I think I won't post it. It's less attractive anyway, since it's homemade out of some puke yellow playdoh and some weird teal playdoh. I was about two when I made it (with some help from my dad) so you'll have to understand that aesthetically, it has no value. Now, sentimentally yes, it has value, if a sort of splotchy value at that. I was thinking of doing something dumb, like posting pictures of random ornaments every few days and explaining them. Ornaments are one of the few things in my life that have such explicit sentimental value. I mean, usually I know where and why I got the suckers, so it just sort of makes sense to talk about them. I'll think about doing it, but before I can, I have to convince S that it's a good idea to take pictures of ornaments every few days. I'll keep you posted.
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