Last year I wrote about my childhood obsession with ducks. In particular, I had a thing for Mallards. You might remember that this obsession led me to acquire, in a frighteningly unpredictable twist, my very own taxedermied duck. It’s arguable that, growing up in the South, such a gift was entirely predictable. But it just never occurred to me; I didn’t see it coming. I updated that post last fall when I stumbled upon my duck lint remover while going through some boxes. You may remember, too, that there were other duck-themed gifts and accessories that I acquired over the years. On my recent trip to Memphis I was able to collect some evidence, which I thought you might enjoy.
Exhibit A: Duck box (1 of 2), wooden, gorgeous —
Exhibit B: Duck book ends (set 1 of 2; I don’t know where the second set is); somehow, this is the uglier of the two sets —
Exhibit C: Stunning water color painted by yours truly —
Exhibit D: Duck box (2 of 2), plastic, gift from 6th grade girlfriend, sadly missing complementary duck tray —
Exhibit E: Custom sham for throw pillows; at one time complemented hunter green duck bed spread —
Exhibit F: PLUSH DUCK!
Exhibit G: Duck painting by actual artist Elaine Neeley —
Sometimes I love going home.