What a disaster… but only because the catastrophe waited until I’d completed this bear. Waited until I finished the last stitch, letting me think that I had made a good, solid bear for my Auntie Zee. While the outcome of this bear didn’t exceed my expectations, at least he was send’able.
He fit into the vintage silk baby boy shirt that has been waiting for a bear for almost 3 years now and the shoes, the baby brown and white oxfords that I’d spent and hour painting out the scuffs with vintage shoe dye, buffing and polishing to a hi shine this teddy could see his face in …oh well. His body split open at the arms right next to the joint and wouldn’t take the repair stitching that would allow the arm to still be movable. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!! I HATE, hate “do-overs” but sadly Buster Brown (named for my husband’s baby shoes he now is wearing) is a “do-over.” maybe some day I can repair him but now too many things stand in my way and the theddy bear schedule is a bit out-of hand.
So, he becomes my porch sitter bear. A bear of no consequence and low value given the ripped body next to the arm (one good yank and arm is yours) to sit on my porch. I found a real cute antique baby boy outfit that fits he like a dream, my husbands baby shoes until I can find others not so cherished and he has on my favorite embellishments, ribbons, bells and a locket with my picture in it …of course, his own chair to sit in and a nice soft pillow under his bum. I try to use up everything even disasters.
