Hello everyone. Chance here. As most of you know by now, I'm a Valentina Girl plush doll from Sweden. I left the factory as a basic unstuffed Catalina Travel Performance model, with only a couple options. Once I got to the states however, things radically changed. I kept a diary of my experience and over the next several days, I'd like to share with you, how I came to be... 🙂
Day #1
Dear Diary,
Today it finally happened. Someone in the USA claimed me. I was taken down from the shelf where I had been resting early this morning and taken to the sewing room. There I was turned inside out and my behind got reshaped and a long zipper sewn down my back as per my new owner's instructions. That felt kind of weird, but I didn't mind because I knew it meant I was going to have an amazing rear end. After that I was rolled up tight, in cling wrap and put into a small box.
Day #2
Dear Diary,
The box I am in is getting thrown around a lot. I can't see anything, but I can hear people talking and the sound of machinery. I think I may have even been in a large truck at some point.
Day #3
Dear Diary,
I've been jostled around so much I can't tell up from down or sideways. I'm not in the truck anymore, but I can tell I'm no longer in Sweden. From the sound of the voices I think I might be in Germany, but I'm not quite sure.
Day #4
Dear Diary,
I'm on the move again. First I was in a truck, then the box I'm in got tossed down a chute with other boxes and I could hear muffled PA announcements and I think jet engines! That's when I realized I was being put on a plane! It's scary, but I think that means I'll be at my new home soon.
Day #5
Dear Diary,
After what seemed like forever, the plane finally touched down and my box was taken off and trucked somewhere. No idea where I am. It's very quiet and dark and it's been hours since I've been moved. I'm starting to get really scared.
Day #6
Dear Diary,
The box I'm in is getting thrown around again. So far I've been in 3 different trucks. First a small one that didn't make much noise, then one that sounded really big. I was in that one for a really long time. After that I was in a small truck again and was taken someplace where there was a lot of machinery running.
Day #7
Dear Diary,
Last night I got put in a little truck with a bunch of letters and boxes. We drove around in circles all day, before I was taken out and left on someone's porch. I was there for about an hour I guess before being taken inside.
It was quiet for a little while, then I could hear the sounds of my box being opened. I got kind of excited, because I knew I must be home. I got unpacked and unwrapped, then spread out on a big table. That felt really good after being cramped up for so long. The first thing I saw was a funny old man with a big smile on his face. He didn't say anything, but I knew that must be the one who claimed me.
Day #8
Dear Diary,
Something awfully funny is going on. The old man left me there on the table overnight. He came back this morning with a ruler, marking pen and a pair of really sharp scissors! Next thing you know, he starts ripping the stitches out holding my lips and nipples on! What the hell...? Then the old coot flips me inside out, measures and marks my neck and lops the whole top of my head off along with what was my throat! What the hell have I gotten myself into? 🫨
To be continued....
Day #1
Dear Diary,
Today it finally happened. Someone in the USA claimed me. I was taken down from the shelf where I had been resting early this morning and taken to the sewing room. There I was turned inside out and my behind got reshaped and a long zipper sewn down my back as per my new owner's instructions. That felt kind of weird, but I didn't mind because I knew it meant I was going to have an amazing rear end. After that I was rolled up tight, in cling wrap and put into a small box.
Day #2
Dear Diary,
The box I am in is getting thrown around a lot. I can't see anything, but I can hear people talking and the sound of machinery. I think I may have even been in a large truck at some point.
Day #3
Dear Diary,
I've been jostled around so much I can't tell up from down or sideways. I'm not in the truck anymore, but I can tell I'm no longer in Sweden. From the sound of the voices I think I might be in Germany, but I'm not quite sure.
Day #4
Dear Diary,
I'm on the move again. First I was in a truck, then the box I'm in got tossed down a chute with other boxes and I could hear muffled PA announcements and I think jet engines! That's when I realized I was being put on a plane! It's scary, but I think that means I'll be at my new home soon.
Day #5
Dear Diary,
After what seemed like forever, the plane finally touched down and my box was taken off and trucked somewhere. No idea where I am. It's very quiet and dark and it's been hours since I've been moved. I'm starting to get really scared.
Day #6
Dear Diary,
The box I'm in is getting thrown around again. So far I've been in 3 different trucks. First a small one that didn't make much noise, then one that sounded really big. I was in that one for a really long time. After that I was in a small truck again and was taken someplace where there was a lot of machinery running.
Day #7
Dear Diary,
Last night I got put in a little truck with a bunch of letters and boxes. We drove around in circles all day, before I was taken out and left on someone's porch. I was there for about an hour I guess before being taken inside.
Dear Diary,
Something awfully funny is going on. The old man left me there on the table overnight. He came back this morning with a ruler, marking pen and a pair of really sharp scissors! Next thing you know, he starts ripping the stitches out holding my lips and nipples on! What the hell...? Then the old coot flips me inside out, measures and marks my neck and lops the whole top of my head off along with what was my throat! What the hell have I gotten myself into? 🫨


