The DPChallenge is… Leftovers.
‘For this week’s writing challenge, shake the dust off something — a clothing item, a post draft, a toy — you haven’t touched in ages, but can’t bring yourself to throw away.’
You may wonder why I keep Kewpie around. But if laughter is good for the body, Kewpie’s head has done wonders for mine. I like to think of her as a leftover smile. True, she gets dusty, sitting on her shelf. (she prefers a spot next to Thomas Carlyle, as Sartor Resartus is her favorite book).
Sometimes she scares our dinner guests, who might be unsuspectingly browsing the library. But as so few people read Carlyle these days, Kewpie usually escapes detection.
I ask you, how can you throw out something that loves chocolate, fresh flowers, and warm hats?
How can you throw out something that primps like a teenager?
Sometimes she’s painfully aware that she resembles a butternut squash. And then we definitely don’t throw her out.
Sometimes the smile fades a little. Just briefly. It’s hard to be the embodiment of mirth when you lack…well…everything but the mirth.
Once, when relaxing by the fire, she looked very tempting, and was almost eaten.
But other days she puts her Carmen Miranda on and sings without a care in the world.
She’s notorious for trying to sneak a slice of zucchini bread when no one is looking.
Life with Kewpie is never dull. How can you toss out a leftover smile?