For instance, I opened up my latest GOOP to find no less than three mentions of pork. And then I opened up my linen drawer, in search of a vintage Moroccan tobacco box, and discovered my first fabric baby toy: a small velvet pig still in fine condition (but with a new tail). So I'll let this one fly: it's something a little different.
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Before I loved bulldogs, I had a crush on pigs.
Lovely, pink, clean, sweet-tempered pigs, the kind that would live in enchanted meadows and didn't know the meaning of slop. Bulldogs, with their dear scrunched noses and jolly snorts, reminded me of these idealized pigs, and I raised two of them, each for ten glorious years.
After bulldogs came human children and I forgot all about pigs, though I gave my eldest daughter an enormous, angelically fluffy, soft pig toy with dainty, pink leather hooves that had been mine during, well, university. Undergraduate. I packed it away for grad school.
Today, browsing the NYT House and Home section online, I came across these charming bookends in the "desirable" design-item section. Handcrafted by New York State resident Sandy Vohr (the NYT misspells her name), these porcine bookends are at once substantial and whimsical.
The LA shop quoted by the NYT has sold out of them, but you can find other boutiques selling these online and can also visit Sandy's collection on her website. She even has a flying pig, among other charming creatures.
I'd get a pair in a second, perhaps for my shelf of cookbooks, but I need the space. There's no room for pigs in . . . oh never mind.