April 24, 2009 at 9:26 am
This lil’ Viking man stands guard over my computer from the platform of my desk lap. When I saw him in the Norwegian store in Colorado, I wanted to pick him up and put him in my pocket to ward off lint. When I tipped him over and looked at his feet, the number handwritten on a white price tag was more than I wanted to pay. So I put him back and traipsed off to fall on my ass on icy sidewalks.
As I took in the snowy sights of town, I kept thinking about the lil’ Viking man, so much so that I returned to the store later that day and splurged on him. I love his round little nose and his round little hands. He looks kinda dopey, like he didn’t mean to get into the Viking business, but that’s what his father did and his father’s father did, so he picked up the shield and sword and tries to stay in the back of the raids. I’m glad I spent the money on him. I only hope he survives the occasional attacks by roaming house cats.
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Helen • April 24, 2009 at 9:57 am
Totally worth the splurge. Everyone needs a pick-me-up no matter the cost. I have a small teddy bear with a pink pig costume on that cracks me up every time I look at it :-)
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Jill • April 24, 2009 at 11:55 am
Darn! I was hoping this was a giveaway, cause I really like that little viking man. He’s cute! :)
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Mara @ What's For Dinner? • April 24, 2009 at 11:56 am
That little dude looks remarkably like the mascot for the school I teach at… his name is Thor.
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Cristina • April 24, 2009 at 12:10 pm
I love him!! I have a small plush kitten on my desk that meows when you push his belly. The kind of stuff everyone should have.
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Laura N • April 24, 2009 at 12:27 pm
He’s your talisman! Love it. Love the backstory. So sweet. (Totally random–DH & I were vikings for Halloween last year.)
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Tena • April 24, 2009 at 3:03 pm
Too, cute! He does look a little bit like a cat toy!
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anji • April 24, 2009 at 7:52 pm
When I went to florida when I was 19, I did a splurge like that.
I bought a little alligator that was kind of life-like and squishy and when you turned him on, his little jaw went around and made a noise like, rawar, rawar…. hehe… I loved that little guy.
I donated him about a year ago. That, and the last stay-puft marshmallow man that universal studios sold… both put me into the poor house and I had to eat bread-sticks for six days straight.
Totally worth it!
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Carolyn • April 25, 2009 at 12:17 am
Pastaqueen, you must be tired! This entry is dated for August, 2009.
(Since you are in future, can you tell me – do I have a job?)
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PastaQueen • April 25, 2009 at 9:55 am
@Carolyn – It’s great here! We all have flying cars and jetpacks.
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Lynda • April 25, 2009 at 10:15 am
I love that your little man looks like my hubby
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kristisummer • April 25, 2009 at 10:42 am
This viking can become your blog mascot, like my dog Mocha has become mine.
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Bridget Jones • April 25, 2009 at 10:47 am
You totally must see Florida’s Epcot Center. There is a Norwegian shop there that will blow your mind — bring money for nobby sweaters and trolls. Don’t forget to ride the ride — not overly scary, but very surprising : )
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Elizabeth Callahan • April 25, 2009 at 4:39 pm
I love him. Of course, I’m Norwegian.
“One thousand Swedes ran through the weeds……chased by one Norwegian!”
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wyn • April 27, 2009 at 4:07 pm
cute! i picked up a swarthy redheaded one in stockholm (where it was cheap, natch) for a friend to keep as a pick-me-up talisman. they are just irresitable figurines.
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Sam • April 30, 2009 at 12:46 am
You should name him.
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