This is Charlie.
Everyone, meet Charlie. Charlie, meet everyone. This is how we met.
After a good amount of time with a very fashionable lady he was passed on to her granddaughter. She however, thought Charlie was creepy and paid him no attention, never letting him out of a musty box, never showing him the world. She didn't even care to learn his name!
So she gave Charlie to a charity shop where he was spotted by a woman who collected old junk. She liked to sell old junk, and thought perhaps Charlie might sell to someone who needed a cat toy.
Charlie of course, was terrified.
Time passed and the old junk woman set up shop one hot summer day in a parking lot, along with hundreds of other old junk sellers. She set Charlie out on a table next to some straw hats, and he waited. For what, he didn't know, but it was better than picturing what his life might be like as a cat toy.
Person after person passed by him, many pointed in disgust, or called him names, but he was quite used to it.
Then he saw her. She wore a blue dress and feathered hat. She looked like someone his first owner would have called a friend, and he wanted to be her friend more than anything. And when she saw him, she wanted to be his friend too.
She picked him up, and despite it being 90 degrees outside, wrapped him around her neck. At once they clicked.
And now they live happily ever after, the end.
Pants-Thrifted, Talbots label.
Sweater-The Urban Eccentric
Charlie-Portland Antique Expo.