When I was growing up my parents told me that they beat me because they loved me. This is a true story about a life of abuse – both physical and mental – and my long journey to find ‘true love’.
of course not....he/she is the French poodle of bears...or the Rasta farian...and as I scrolled down...you and Dave were the tired little teddy bears too.....you know who this is, Babyluv.....xoxo me
He's a cutie with his lovely poms poms!I'm in awe. You make these as well as the socks and the gorgeous slippers?And I love all the different expressions (of the teddies of course, not the socks:-)
Babyluv - thanks for visiting today - hope it made you smile!
Lane - Yup - been working my little fingers off since the summer! The teddy bears each have their own expressions - and once made are just too huggable! I sell them as - One Size Fits All Hugs - However - this is the last of them that I'm posting for now...on to some creative writing - for a while anyway.....Thanks for dropping by - I've been enjoying the saga of your dogs these last few days!
Shall be sorry to see the bears go, Aims - they have brought a note of jollity to my mornings.Look forward to some more writing though - and how about an account of the big blue barn itself? It looks a most interesting place...Am a bit misty-eyed this morning as a matter of fact. Having just been to see my grand-daughter as Mary, in the school Nativity Play...It was just a fairly small slot in an otherwise secular theme - but I was so glad to see the school hadn't been badgered into abandoning it altogether, by the PC brigade!
Dearest B - so nice to see that they haven't abandoned everything these days - I wonder if that will come to pass?And seeing your grand-daughter - I'm sure that teared you up...how lovely!I'm glad my little bears have brought a smile..now on to something else for a while. Hopefully it will bring a smile too!
This little guy found a home too...imagine the lucky person who gets him....
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