My fantastic Grandmother knitted me this toy, around 10 years ago. She was a very skilled knitter and it is extremely well made and clearly an enormous amount of time, love and skill went into making it.
My Grandmother has since passed away.
I loved her very very much and have several treasures that she made that I keep on display to remember her by.
"Chucky", sadly, lives in an airtight box in the loft, in case he decides to kill us in our sleep.
It seems offensive and a waste of such talent to keep him hidden away, but, frankly, he's terrifying.
I'd also feel bad giving him away, as he was made especially for me and customised to me etc and, like I say, Grandma dedicated a lot of time in him.
WWYD about the scary sentimental clown living in the attic?