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. 🙃
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ReplyDeleteGracias. 🙂
DeleteSweet little critters! Love the hat.
ReplyDeleteBest of luck on that knee replacement.
Thanks, Linda.
DeleteIt 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.
ReplyDeleteAw, 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.
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