Scarfy is LouLa’s sleeping companion. She’s had Scarfy for only a little over a year, though it seems so much longer. I had always wanted LouLa to have some kind of comfort item, but she just didn’t latch on to anything in particular. The original Scarfy was red. I think we gave it to her when she was having her sleep issues last year. We hoped that having something that smelled like me would keep her in her bed and keep her asleep. I don’t think that was the thing that worked, but Scarfy stayed anyway.
One night LouLa complained of a headache and quickly, in her Drama Queen fashion, became a sobbing mess. She was in bed, trying to calm down and I left to the room to either get Tylenol or the thermometer. When I got back, I saw that LouLa had thrown up our black bean dinner all over Scarfy and her bedding. We put everything in the wash, even though Scarfy is supposed to be dry clean only, and hoped for the best. Unfortunately, Scarfy was stained for life with black bean vomit.
Fortunately, I had another Scarfy. A cream colored one, but the exact same thing. I think the fact that LouLa became attached when she was older worked to our advantage. The change in Scarfy didn’t bother her at all. She was just fine with the new one.
I highly discourage Scarfy from leaving LouLa’s bed. I’ve been a little worried that it would get lost or something horrible would happen to it and I would have to face Upset and Inconsolable LouLa. Not fun. I asked LouLa last night what she would do if something happened to Scarfy. Her reply was, ”You’ll buy me a new one.” She’s obviously not attached to this particular Scarfy and the good thing is that I know where to get another one. They’re sold in every hotel gift shop I’ve been to. The bad thing is that our town doesn’t have the kind of hotels with gift shops.
Scarfy has morphed into something more than a sleeping companion. Sometimes it’s a dog leash, sometimes it’s part of a princess outfit, and sometimes it’s just a part of an evening cuddle.
This picture cracks me up.
