Teddy Talk: Creating, Collecting, Connecting

Simon came home from school as usual and went upstairs to change his clothes.  He heard somewhat of a commotion out in the back yard and when he peered out of his window, he saw a cat stalking something on the ground. The fuss was coming from all the birds. He ran down the stairs, bypassing the kitchen and his after school snack and out the back door to investigate.  He saw a poor little baby bird on the grass that had obviously fallen out of his nest in the tree. Simon ran over, chased off the cat and saved the bird!  He gently picked up the little bird to put him back, but found he was orphaned.  The cat had already gotten to the momma bird; a sad lesson for Simon about the circle of life.  There was no help for it; Simon suddenly had a new friend who was totally dependent on him.  All friends need a name, so of course he called his bird Tweet!  After hunting around in the yard for a tasty worm for Tweet, Simon was back in the kitchen for that missed afternoon snack (he washed his paws first)!  Many months later, now that Tweet is fully grown and living in the tree again, he will occasionally swoop down to greet Simon when he comes home from school.  They are, after all, still best friends.

Simon is 12" tall and Tweet is needle felted.  They are available on my website.  Thanks for looking!

How cute! 

Beautiful interpretation!  Very feminine bear and the lamb is adorable.

Sweet, sweet face!  Like her fur!

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She's very cute - love her face! And her dress!   

Love these colors! 

Nice bear! 

What a little cutie!!!

Thank you so much, Vicki!  tc

Wonderful little dog, Dawn!!!!  tc

Thank you so much Michelle!  I do the noses in 2 sittings.  First the left half, then after several hours (or maybe a day) I do the right!  Otherwise, I get too impatient and the right goes wonky! 

Nice vintage bears!!

Thank you Pink, Sue and Peter!     tc

Please meet Casey.  He has a story:  Casey (his real name is Johnny) has a great love of trains, which he has acquired from his grandfather.  Casey and Grandpa can sit in Grandpa’s “playroom”, as Grandma calls it, for hours on end and play with all the trains on the huge table in the middle of the room. Grandpa tells lots of train stories about the brave engineers, but Casey’s favorite is about Casey Jones (hence the nick name) and the Cannonball Express.  They sing the chorus of the old song together as the trains run around the track: 

“Casey Jones, mounted in the cabin.  Casey Jones, orders in his hands.  Casey Jones, mounted in the cabin.  And he took his last trip to the Promised Land.”

Casey’s prized possession is the little wooden train that has been passed down from generation to generation.  It was made by his great-great grandfather, and it is almost always close at hand! 

Thanks for looking!

Sweet little face!

Beautiful! 

Great poem for Binky!  I can surely relate - ice creams have a way of eliminating your slim line!!!!  He's as cute as can be. 

Too cute! 

Sweet bunny!  Love the story!!! 

Great face!!!!

Such sweet little faces!!!