Meet Sweater Bear. And, his friends Pumpkie Bear and Pinky Bear. They’re all in their 40s and continue to give me comfort and joy.
The duct tape hat I entered into the county fair has been claimed by Sweater Bear who no longer feels naked. He has been without his white knit pullover sweater for a few years. It was taken off to be washed some time back, and well, no more, no more.
Sweater Bear belonged to Mama. I bought him from a thrift shop and gave it to Mama. I figured, she like me, didn’t have a stuffed animal when she was a child. If she had, I’m sure I would’ve had one, too. Mama kept Sweater Bear on her prized bed that she rarely slept on.
I was in my late 20s when stuffed animals began finding their way into my home. Some I bought for myself. Others were gifted, and others had been “trades” with with my nieces. Pinky Bear once belonged to the youngest niece. Oh, and I can’t forget those won in carnival games. Pumpkie Bear was a prize from the Circus Circus casino in Reno. I like to take Pumpkie Bear along to casinos for luck.
Hmmm, maybe I ought to take Pumpkie Bear with me when I have my knee replacement surgery. What do you know, I have a segue into introducing 57 Day Countdown, me distracting myself, as well as getting ready, for surgery in December. Whoot, whoot, gulp.
P. S. Doesn’t mean I’ll write every day. 🙃
Siempre son lindos los osos de peluche. Te mando un beso. Enamorada de las letrasReplyDelete
Sweet little critters! Love the hat.ReplyDelete
Best of luck on that knee replacement.
It makes me sad to know you didn't have stuffed animals as a child. I had a teddy bear that I slept with for years. Actually, I had two. The first one had been loved to death by the time I was about 8. There's a story about how it got replaced, but it's too long to go into here.ReplyDelete
Aw, thanks, Liz. I received plastic dolls in fancy clothes that I didn’t play with because there was nothing cuddly about them. Hope you tell your story one day.Delete