I passed this precious wood carving in a consignment store. He absolutely drew me in. I passed him up, came back to him, admired him, left him and went back. I picked him up, caressed him, looked at the bottom - it was signed my birth year. Once again I put him down, walked away and left the antique shop.
When we got to the SUV, I felt an absolute NEED to race back in and get him. Telling my friend to stop the car, I left both ladies and ran back to my little guy, picked him up and went through the cashier, back to the car and proudly showed him off.
We had a good laugh over that - until I looked up C.O. Trygg a few minutes later.
I am not laughing now though... what a great find!
Look him up HERE!
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