Harriet

I once knew a girl named Harriet. She was a boisterous, brash, tomboy type girl who you could always hear coming before you could see her. Thankfully she is not actually the subject of this post.
This Harriet is a whole lot different. This is Harriet:

In this Harriet's former life, she was nothing but a preloved cashmere jumper, a stripy lambswool jumper, a blanket and a few buttons, which were thrown aside in a tin - collected but probably never to be used. It's a sad tale, with a happy ending. All good things come to those who wait, and Harriet is waiting ever so patiently here for a new home.