Saturday, September 3, 2011

The Promise of a Pooh Bear

Disney has a certain way about hypnotizing you.  I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about.

I don't know how they do it.  But at no time is this hypnotizing effect stronger...or more deadly...than when it comes to...Disney plush.

I am ordinarily a strong-willed, independent sort-of person.  But when I'm confronted with a wall of fuzzy, cuddly Mickey's and Minnie's at the Emporium, I feel myself start to melt.  I have to avert my eyes and move on quickly, or else all those black ears will have me making for the register!

I fully admit it: Disney plush is my Achilles' heel.

Two months ago my family was visiting the Magic Kingdom.  At that time I still hadn't heard back on my Disney application, and my future was looking, as it will for jobless recent college grads, all murky and uncertain -- so I particularly vulnerable to the allure of the Disney plush.

We had just gotten off of The Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh.  Let me paint the scene for you:

You've just ridden a charming ride full of the adorable Winnie the Pooh and Piglet too and Tigger and Eeyore and all the rest.

You hop out of your hunny pot, feeling all is right with the world.  You walk down the ramp towards the exit and see ahead of you this shining land, golden as honey.

It's the gift shop, and it's full to the brim with cute Disney plush.

On this particular day, I caught sight of all those cute Pooh Bears, sitting in neat rows, smiling out at me saying, "We're so happy!  We're smiling all the time!"

"You should take one of us home and we'll make you happy too, no matter what job you get!"


"Come on, Emma...I know you can't resist...."

"Moooommmmm, can I get a Winnie the Pooh???  Puh-leasseee?"

Yes, that was me.  Begging for a Pooh plush.

I should probably mention that I have never even been an especially big fan of Pooh Bear.  I mean, I like him, he's cute and he's a Disney character, but he's never been a favorite.

There was just something about the Pooh's in that shop that was irresistible!

But, Mom wouldn't let me get one.  not that day at least.  She made a condition.  She said that once I got a job, then she would buy me the Pooh Bear.  I assured her I would not forget.

And I didn't forget.  When I was having a hard day, or the job search was going slowly, or I saw a commercial for Winnie the Pooh on TV, I remembered that soon I would have a job and I would be getting a plush Pooh Bear, and all should be well.  It's funny how silly little things like that can give you strength.

A month or so later and I had had my interview and pretty much had the job!  My family came down to Florida for a few days to help me move my things down, and one evening we went into the Magic Kingdom, we rode the Many Adventures of Winnie the Pooh, and after carefully looking at all the Winnie the Pooh's and deciding which one had the right spunky black nose and was meant for me, I had my Pooh Bear!

Fast forward to today, and there's a silly old bear who sits among the pillows on my bed looking happy, he always makes me smile.

And I've decided that, really, being hypnotized by Disney plush isn't such a bad thing.


  1. That is one adorable Pooh. My kids love sleeping with the ones that doubled as pillows. My son loved his so much we had to buy a second. I wanna pooh now : ).

  2. I love disney plushies as well.. Last year went with intentions of getting a pymgy puff in WWOHP and Daisy in Disney... Roo, Simba and Marie also came home o:)

  3. I love plush! I also Love All things Disney. I had a question for you, do you like Disneyland or DisneyWorld better. and I want a job in Disneyland is it worth it? your friend and Cupcake~aholic


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