the adventures of backpack bunny

-
In April 2023, I went to Chicago for a weekend Spring Break trip. Me, my mom, and my sister were moseying in and out of the hotel lobby shops, waiting for the Uber.

It was that fateful day we stumbled into that cozy gift shop, filled to the brim with books, mugs, and Jellycats. (If you're unfamiliar, they are the cutest, softest, most overpriced stuffed animals cholk full of the most personality and charisma you will ever see. Seriously, google it.)

And that was where we met her for the first time. Backpack Bunny. Her silky soft fur, those ears that stick straight up. Her darling little bunny teeth. And flip her around, and she's sporting a mini pink backpack in her resemblance. She would have been the perfect impulse buy any other time of the year. But after spending 30 dollars on a pizza the night before, we decided to show some self-control. Big mistake. We thought about her every day after that. 

And in August, we decided it had been far too long without her pink bunny backpack that opens and literally fit a ChapStick inside. We ordered her off the Jellycat website, to which my mom's card got put on hold under fraudulent suspicion. What are you talking about, LMCU?  It's perfectly normal to spend 38 dollars on a plush bunny shipped from England. 

And after her week and a half voyage across the Atlantic, she made it home. 




Welcome home Backpack Bunny!

My mom and I have a little bit of a problem with her. To us, she is a real, animate bunny/person, but also synonymous with me. Many of my mom's text messages start out with "How is backpack bunny today?" to which I reply, "sleepy" or "she doesn't want to go to class," or "she needs a hug."

And one day this fall, while out shopping, I found Backpack Bunny's siblings. There was a Backpack Dinosaur, and Backpack Elephant. And believe it or not, I have two siblings myself. It was meant to be. 64 dollars and a slight case of buyer's remorse later -- Backpack Bunny had two new friends. 


Backpack Brontosaurus and Backpack Elephant! (Alliteration can only go so far) 

On a weekend I left Backpack Bunny at home. We were separated for a whole week. </3 But not to worry, because Backpack Bunny got to spend time with my mom. She sent me snapshots of all the adventures her and Backpack Bunny went on while we were apart. The joy I felt at seeing each one pop up on my phone was unmatched. 

So, here's some of those pictures for your enjoyment:) 
(But mostly my mom and I's. Hi mom I know you're reading this.)


"Can I stay home today?" :(


"Please don't hurt me. I've seen you what you do to the rabbits in the backyard."


         Yay Christmas village! (It's her first Christmas)


Watching the music video my fav song All Too Well (Backpack Bunny's Version)!!


Reading is more fun with friends. 


"I'm not even one year old and already being introduced to the joy that is corporate America."


"I knew a turtle once" 


She needed another Jellycat friend. College is lonely. 
 

Enjoying a cookie from Grandma. 


She misses her bed at home


Do you see the resemblance? No? Just me? 

I have a lot more pictures where these came from if you ever want to see more ;). This post is basically the equivalent of a mom asking if you want to see pictures of her newborn (you didn't ask, and its head looks like a potato. Oxytocin is a wonderous thing.) But Backpack Bunny is much cuter than a newborn if you ask me. Thanks for sticking around if you made it this far:) 

-Amelia <3 <3 <3





Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

things i find incredibly chic

-
Image
 no mascara + blush + lip color this is so effortless and the epidemy of chic to me. i couldn't find a photo, but especially if the person has light eyelashes and soft features. it's dreamy, 90's, and everything i've ever wanted from a makeup look. you know what else is chic about it? the freedom to rub your eyes as hard as you want.   (i know they're probably wearing a little bit of mascara, but you get the picture.) not drinking at a party this one is so good. picture this, you're at a party (a real party, not a frat. gatsby-esque). you look hot and you're still having fun. but when someone offers you a drink you politely decline. not because you're the designated driver, but because you simply don't want to.  you watch everyone else become more idiotic by the hour. you're mysterious and collected. you leave on your own accord, you're not throwing up, and no one else is throwing up in your car either. and i don't mean this in a mormon w...
Read more

pregnant with summer

-
Image
this blog post is sponsored by kate fulton, who also wrote a blog post during work. hers was life-changing, this one will surely not be.  there is a little bit of a thrill to doing non-work-related things at work. the adrenaline rush of someone walking behind you and quickly changing your screen.  you may be wondering about this title. a weird one, i know. i think the phrase pregnant with ___ is so funny. it's a phrase that i read in a book, and it stuck with me because of how odd it was, and how much it was used, but i can't remember which book it was.  it could have been Wuthering Heights or the Bible, I could not tell you.  as i'm writing this, someone else in the office is talking about when they were conceived. fantastic timing.  i have nothing important to say, so here are some odds and ends and here and theres.  my vibe for this summer  frye boots i need a pair of Frye boot (dupes) BADLY. obviously, i'm not spending $500 on a pair of shoes, but ...
Read more

"in dreams, i meet you in warm conversations"

-
Image
As soon as there's a chill in the air, I allow myself a day, or two, or three for intense feeling. Feeling for what, I'm not exactly sure. It's not a specific person, or thing, or experience, but just yearning. To be honest, these days normally come after I have some intense dream filled with nostalgia and old faces and an overwhelmingly bittersweet emotion. Well, of course I had one last night, and when I stepped outside this morning it was cold and had just stopped raining and not a soul was on campus, and I couldn't help myself. The title of this post comes from one of my favorite devastating, Taylor Swift songs: Sad Beautiful Tragic. On these days, I like to think of all my past experiences as a sad, beautiful tragic as I'm acutley aware of time flying by. This is probably one of my favorite Taylor Swift lyrics ever, actually. Funny enough, up until a few weeks ago, I thought the lyric was "In dreams, I meet you for long conversations." And I'm ac...
Read more