Firstly, let me apologies to any of you that clicked this post’s link expecting to see 50-year-old women wearing short skirts and high heels. I’m sure there are plenty of other sites on the web that cater for that niche, however unfortunately this is not one.
The tail (get it?!) I wish to tell however does involve something old masquerading as something young. The story in question consists of “Lamby”, a nearly 30-year-old, hand-made, woollen, cuddly toy which has recently re-entered my life.
The love story started in May 1985 when a little boy called Dave came into the world. At just a few days old, he was given a woolly lamb as one of his first presents from a great-aunt (not of the Ant and Dec variety) which had been knitted and stuffed by hand. Creatively called Lamby, the two became best of friends and always hung out with each other as Dave went from newborn to baby to toddler.
Lamby became a shared friend as Dave’s little bro was born and became a mainstay of their early lives. As the boys reached their teenage years, Lamby was cruelly cast aside as different interests were found and developed that unfortunately did not include stuffed animals. Lamby understood though. Boys have to become men.
Fast-forward to September 2014 and Dave is no longer a child or teenager. He is now a married man. But not just a married man, he is now a Dad after Baby L came into the world in August. The circle of life.
Imagine Dave’s surprise when his parents and bro came to visit with a mystery guest just after Baby L’s birth.
After all these years, Lamby remained in the family, staying faithful to the lads that made her feel so welcome. The next chapter of Lamby’s life now begins as she is officially one of Baby L’s first cuddly toys. Lamby now takes pride of place in Baby L’s cot and has another 30 years to look forward to.
There may be a slight age gap between the two (5.5 weeks to 29 years) but I’m sure that Lamby will prove to be as good a companion to Baby L as she did to me and my bro all of those years ago. I can’t really remember playing with Lamby as a kid, but I remember it always being there and being a childhood memory.
I’m sure you’ll also agree that despite being mutton dressed as lamb, a nearly 30-year-old Lamby still looks in pretty good condition. Maybe not a MILF, but definitely a LILF. No, not THAT, a Lamb I Love Forever…
Have you got any treasured childhood toys or memories that you’ve kept throughout the years? Has there been anything that has been passed down from yourselves to your kids to continue or start a tradition?