My sewing guardian

When I was younger, I used to collect figurines. Until I was probably in high school, my mom would always get me a new Dreamsicle figurine for Christmas. I have all kinds, but my favorite's probably still a little green dragon one that is beyond cute. With only an exception or two, I haven't gotten another one in ten or so years, but this year, in light of my new passion for sewing, my mom found one she couldn't resist:

I call her my sewing guardian. She sits on my fabric storage bookcase right behind my sewing machine (my sewing table's too small, and I knew she'd get knocked off for sure). I love her.