Eevee

Hello, all readers of my Maggie's five post blog,

I assume I will not have a large audience, but I am still quite honored to be the focus of this blog. Although, now I think it should be renamed, "Le Fabuleux Destin de Eevee", non?

Onto introductions then.

Hello, my name is Eevee. I am Pokemon #133, and due to having awesome genetics, I can evolve into seven different pokemon. I'm also downright adorable. I am also a stuffed animal that Maggie bought at Nintendo World in the city for $9.99. If she bought me in France for the same price, but in Euros, I'd be $13.34. Sounds unfair, huh? Especially when you consider how expensive Starbucks coffee must be. In France's defense, there would be no tax charged to buy me :)

This is what I look like:

And this is Maggie's creative rendering of me with her new illustration markers:

I think I look quite nice. Even though my fur collar and tail tip aren't cream colored because Maggie used the wrong color by accident, I think she'll redeem herself with her next drawing of me. After all, I am her first real drawing with these new markers. Unless you consider the unfinished bee:

Now, many of you (the few who do read this) must be wondering: why the hell did she choose you? You're a pokemon. You're a children's toy. And, you're not even French. To address the first two concerns, I will refer you to Maggie's previous post, and remind you that she still enjoys the cuteness that pokemon represents from her childhood, and that she really doesn't care to be judged as childish. About me not being French, does it really matter that much? Would you rather I looked like this?

Geez, berets look so ridiculous. In the eternal words of Karen Walker: "Patty Hearst couldn't even pull one off, and she had money and a gun." I'd rather wear a striped shirt and mime everything.

There is one other reason that I was chosen. Recently, my owner has spent a lot of time looking at people's work on Deviantart studying for her exams, and I noticed a pattern. She's been really into min architectural models and crafts. Things like this:

 (http://vesssper.deviantart.com/art/Croissants-prep-board-size-164922291)

 (http://boredandcrafty.deviantart.com/art/mini-craft-room-97344837)

(http://maddsrocks.deviantart.com/art/Hand-Made-Mini-Hobbit-Hole-157646750)

Can you guess where this is going? Yes, you're right! A house for me! (I feel like Dora the Explorer).

The plan is to create a mini-room, or potentially even several, for me, using many things that Maggie will buy during her travels in Europe. I'm excited for the overpriced souvenirs. :)

With that, since I have nothing else (witty) to say, and I am looking forward to a wonderful weekend filled with Parisian and French fun, I bid you good night.

There's no point in being grown up if you can't be childish sometimes.

Now, it takes no genius to notice that I basically do not post on my blog. It's not because I don't have the time (although sometimes that is the case), or because I don't do anything in Paris (well, that would just be a waste of time, wouldn't it?). The reason I don't post here is because the blog I wanted to write was not at all like me. It was dry, uninteresting, and consisted largely of just photo-montages. I like to write and tell stories; I like use random quotes and anecdotes about my day (ie. Today, I saw an advertisement where a fat lady was wearing fur underwear. WTF?) and nothing about my blog was that.

Therefore, this blog will be undergoing a bit of change. To make it more personal and more interesting, I decided that I would write each post more like a story (if the post is longer). Otherwise, they will just be small reflections on my daily life.

Another thing that will be changing, to added to more story-telling effect is, I will no longer be the "direct" concentration of this blog. I realized that another thing keeping me from writing here was that it felt very alien to document my every move. As someone who enjoys playing the role of the narrator, and is terrible at first-person prose, it made sense that any post I started with "Today I did this..." would feel awkward. So, I will now use my mini-stuffed animal Eevee (mhm, it is indeed a Pokemon) to explain my travels. Although I will still use the pronoun "I", it will not be my voice per se, and that will feel more natural. Yes, it sounds childish. Yes, it probably is. But for me, it will be much more fun and entertaining that way. And so, in my next post, I will introduce to you the new focus of this blog: Eevee.