August 13, 2012
The Skin Horse had lived longer in the nursery than any of the others. He was so old that his brown coat was bald in patches and showed the seams underneath, and most of the hairs in his tail had been pulled out to string bead necklaces. He was wise, for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger, and by-and-by break their mainsprings and pass away, and he knew that they were only toys, and would never turn into anything else. For nursery magic is very strange and wonderful, and only those playthings that are old and wise and experienced like the Skin Horse understand all about it.
"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"
"Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."
Like the Velveteen Rabbit, our Vintage T's are beloved for their age. Unlike the Velveteen Rabbit, it is how they're made. Hefty cotton. Pigment-dyed. A well-worn feel. The Boy chose his cherished Rabbit from the nursery over and over again. And you'll choose our Vintage T over and over again. We're sure of it.
Most of us have a favorite toy, pet or playmate we can't imagine life without. A friend who stands by us, in good times and in bad. An unconditional chum.
Who - or what - is yours?