This frame was purchased as a result of the subtle and unconscious pressure from all those expecting and nurturing friends I seem to have collected over the years. You know the ones; they rapturously espouse the joys of motherhood while one child is attached to the hip and the other is in your dvd collection building a fort with those constantly sticky hands. (How DO they remain so sticky? It's as if as children our pores exude gum as a natural defence against unwanted affection and clean surfaces. MY clean surfaces.) Plus children always smell of cheese (not the nice cheese either) and talcum powder, a heady combination sure to make every nanna hug herself in delight, and every childless individual shrink inside themselves to avoid contamination by the 'clucky'ness..

Don't get me wrong, reproduction is a wonderful thing that I might even participate in one day, but it's not imminent. So what's with the frame?

I'm afraid that I really can't answer that in any way that will ensure your continued respect.

I saw the frame. Obviously in a fragile and irrational state, my brain conjured up this scene of maternal bliss; white cotton sheets, redgum baby furniture, a comfy recliner, pastel mobiles of fluffy zoo animals in amusing poses, a plush cthulhu doll, and this frame. I was on a budget, and sensibly (or so I thought at the time!) decided to go for the most affordable and least incriminatory item that I could store away for 'later'. I didn't want my husband to think I was nesting, and I already owned Cthulhu. It seemed obvious.

A couple of years down the track, and my fantasy of what would constitute the perfect nursery froufrou is clearly misguided. Eeyore is a sad and depressed donkey who is determined not to have a good time. Actually, now that I think of it, NONE of the Winnie the Pooh characters would be great rolemodels for my children-to-be. Tigger is an overactive bouncy beast with the attention span of a gnat, Piglet is a paranoid perfectionist, Kanga has mummy issues and Pooh could do with a bit more excercise and a little less sugar. (Oh, and pants. What's with animals only half dressing?). I'd do much better to choose the muddleheaded wombat or Paddington B Bear any day.

Not that you shouldn't bid on this cute photo frame! As adults, we can appreciate Eeyore's pessimistic nature and sarcastic wit. I just don't want my kids growing up like him.