There once was a time when the world felt much softer. Not because it was, but because we were. As children, we believed there was story in everything. Every little scratch in the walls, every quiet tap beneath the kitchen floorboards, they all seemed to belong to something just beyond sight. My mum was convinced it was mice. She said she saw two scuttle in through a crack beneath the back door and, wearing the biggest grin on her face, excitedly exclaimed, "Emily... they were even wearing little waistcoats!" Surely not I thought?
Every night, I'd lie awake listening for them. Tap... tap... tap. That must be them, returning home with old brass thimbles upon their heads and little match boxes filled with moss, trinkets and tiny treasures they'd gathered that day.
As we grow older, life grows louder, the days become busier, and the little worlds we once believed in quietly slip away. But every now and then, a creaking floorboard or a quiet tap in the walls carries you back to a place you'd almost forgotten. For just a moment, you remember, lying awake beneath familiar blankets, listening for Tot and Squeak. And although you know the house has long since fallen quiet, a small part of you still can't help but wonder.
Squeak
DIMENSIONS
Approx 10cm (Width incl tail) x 15cm (Height incl hat)
MATERIALS
Viscose Steiff Schulte fabric, 100% wool felt, leather bag straps, horse hair whiskers.