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	<title>Comments on: making things to be well-loved</title>
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	<description>handcraft in a hectic world</description>
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		<title>By: Snowbear</title>
		<link>http://whipup.net/2006/03/06/making-things-to-be-well-loved/#comment-930</link>
		<dc:creator>Snowbear</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 14 Mar 2006 04:05:21 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Great post! Both Velveteen Books rock.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Great post! Both Velveteen Books rock.</p>
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		<title>By: ellia</title>
		<link>http://whipup.net/2006/03/06/making-things-to-be-well-loved/#comment-703</link>
		<dc:creator>ellia</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 09:07:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>that story made me cry and want to sleep with all my toys when i was lil... that of course was utterly hard since i had too many and also shared a bed with my sister... but you know, i have this pink rabbit with an apron that says "ellie" (my nickname) who's about 22yrs old... her tail has been replaced more than once and i think her eyes too... she is knitted or crocheted, i cant remember but she is stored away... i'd love to give it to my lil girl if i ever have one.... right now, i just have a boy and well, i dont think he wants all my girly stuff! anyhow, i always think of my pink rabbit when i read the velveteen rabbit...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>that story made me cry and want to sleep with all my toys when i was lil&#8230; that of course was utterly hard since i had too many and also shared a bed with my sister&#8230; but you know, i have this pink rabbit with an apron that says &#8220;ellie&#8221; (my nickname) who&#8217;s about 22yrs old&#8230; her tail has been replaced more than once and i think her eyes too&#8230; she is knitted or crocheted, i cant remember but she is stored away&#8230; i&#8217;d love to give it to my lil girl if i ever have one&#8230;. right now, i just have a boy and well, i dont think he wants all my girly stuff! anyhow, i always think of my pink rabbit when i read the velveteen rabbit&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: rebecca</title>
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		<dc:creator>rebecca</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 06 Mar 2006 07:35:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Ok, I cried too when I read that.  And then, had to take a picture in order to comment properly.

So, the photo is the backstory :)
http://www.flickr.com/photos/talkingcrow/108608582/in/photostream/

When I was two years old or there-abouts, I took my Raggedy Ann to the hospital when I had my tonsils out.  When we got home my mother washed her.  All her hair fell out and I cried and was inconsolable for days (story courtesy of mom).  She finally went and bought a new Raggedy Ann.  Needless to say I am now (mumble mumble) years older, and I have no idea where that new Raggedy Ann ended up.  I could, however, put my hands on the original and take a photo in about 3 minutes.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ok, I cried too when I read that.  And then, had to take a picture in order to comment properly.</p>
<p>So, the photo is the backstory :)<br />
<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/talkingcrow/108608582/in/photostream/" rel="nofollow">http://www.flickr.com/photos/talkingcrow/108608582/in/photostream/</a></p>
<p>When I was two years old or there-abouts, I took my Raggedy Ann to the hospital when I had my tonsils out.  When we got home my mother washed her.  All her hair fell out and I cried and was inconsolable for days (story courtesy of mom).  She finally went and bought a new Raggedy Ann.  Needless to say I am now (mumble mumble) years older, and I have no idea where that new Raggedy Ann ended up.  I could, however, put my hands on the original and take a photo in about 3 minutes.</p>
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