Every once in a while I see newspaper or TV ads and I start imagining what that ad would look like if this was a world where little men existed. Clearly, the company or institution might have absolutely nothing to do with people of different sizes, not even in the most tenuous of ways… but my mind does what it does.

I had seen this ad on the Internet and when I spotted it in a Parade newspaper insert (August 3, I think) I knew I had to do something to it, so there it goes. I like my version a great deal better. Needless to say, losing a home is no joking matter, and every time I see it in the news, in whatever shape, it tugs at my heart that an increasing number of people are having to give up the place they come to for refuge at the end of the day.

But at another place in my mind there are other wheels turning, and those see what I show above. In that alternate world where shrunken men exist, they too would leave everything they know as they move on with the woman that keeps them [safe].

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  1. So very true! Foreclosures are sadly on the rise…well…from down here the perspective is a tiny rise…but nevertheless…it IS heart-tugging to read of so many people being affected by all the economic conditions of late…and being forced out of their homes they have no doubt, worked very hard to have.

    On a lighter note…it is wonderful how you’ve taken a very real concern in today’s world and applied it to the world of size differences. I see this man leaning against those colossal moving boxes, the space surrounding him now much less a home, stark in its appearance because all those worldly possessions are now packed away in those boxes he leans against. And I know he has questions, worries, concerns…of the unknown…as he ponders them in his mind…

    “We’re moving? Where to? Why do we have to move? Where will we go? Will my house be lost as well? How will we live, where will we live?”

    And too, he thinks affectionately of the great space and house of his giant beloved …and speaks to it as well…

    ”She is sad to be losing you as am I. You were a good home to us. You took care of her well and gave her protection and kept her safe, just as she protects me and keeps me safe. You kept us both safe. You will be very missed.”

    You’ve created such a touching story with this collage…sad in the reality of economic forces that can have such an affect and yet, end it with a beautiful romantic message…that this special tiny man will always be kept safe in the protection of his beloved.

    This is a beautiful post and thank you for sharing it!

    Your littlesquid


  2. Thank you, littlesquid!

    I think most of us have tender feelings for our first home, and even more for our childhood home, the one that surrounded us as we were growing up. That way of losing a home, to years and to life, also gets to me.

    I can only see the roof of the building where I grew up, and it pains me it no longer belongs to my family. I can never return to my bedroom, its walls painted lilac by my “command”, my closet with all the shelves I made into Barbie apartments, and all the many hours I spent there, reading book after book.

    It’s not that much of a stretch of the imagination to translate those feelings into those that tell a story about a shrunken man and the woman that gives him a home.

    EDIT: I mean I can only see the roof of my old home through online satellite viewers. Nothing crazy like “because I’m a real giantess and that’s what I see first” or anything like that.


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