I have a thing about old toys, especially handmade ones and especially bears. I suspect this love was ingrained at an early age. Here's a photo of me at a couple of weeks old. See that orange bear?
He's still hanging around.
He is a rather special bear because he has travelled with me around the world for nearly 40 years. He has survived the move to 8 different countries and numerous different houses. He survived 2 boarding schools and he has survived the love and cuddles of my own children.
Most of all, he is special because he was made just for me.
I love handmade toys for that reason. There is so much love, care and attention that goes into each one. I know that when I make softies I think about who might take them home and in my head, each one has a personality all their own.
My Nanma made the little crocheted undies on this bear. She died when I was 14 and I love that I have something special that she made so that I can share something of her with my own children. I can tell stories about her and show them photos but having something that she made with her own hands, that they can touch, seems to mean so much more to them (and me).
Look at this little guy with the blue shorts. Isn't he amazing? I found him in an Op shop in Devonport. I don't know who he belonged to but he has obviously been incredibly well loved and he now lives in my sewing room. If he belonged to you and you need him back, do let me know and I'll happily return him!
Do you have a special bear?