There is a small bear on the couch complaining that it feels neglected – such whinging you never heard from a bear!
I washed both bears’ clothing and started darning the moth holes in one bear’s pants – before I knew it I was running amok with embroidery thread. I managed to stop myself short of adding beads and sequins as I think the bear, formerly referred to as he,was about to undergo a gender reassignment operation for which I don’t have signed consent. It now looks decidedly androgynous.
Well, the mended bear has a friend who is feeling out-of-sorts – I am being accused of neglect! He(?) has very plain clothes and is beginning to insist on a make-over. He doesn’t mind his worn face and paws, however he feels a little bare and would like to have some jazzy clothes to wear just like his friend. I though at first he said he felt a little bear and told him to leave his friend alone but he soon set me straight. He says that just because he’s getting older, that’s no reason to be drab and I must admit I feel much the same way.
The pink arms are the fabric the body is made from – I seem to have misplaced the green jacket that, although stained, is to be replaced along with that stunning, perfectly matched, pair of buttons in the photo. If I can’t find the jacket I will make some wonderful sleeves out of the same blanket ribbon I used for the bow. The second bear, as you can see, is looking a tad grumpy.
These bears could both end up without an identifiable gender but I’m sure they won’t really mind too much.
I set out to do a sympathetic restoration but somehow . . . I’m reasonably sure my mother, who made the bears just over 35 years ago, would approve.