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We'll be friends forever, won't we?

My girl handed me Whitey the other day to fix. You see, Whitey is very old. 'She' is at least 43 years old - I got 'her' when I was one month old. Even though 'she' was pink, to me, it was always a boy bear. I called him Teddy. So original. I don't have any photos of Teddy when he was very young, but here is one of him trying hard to keep me company when I was a teenager:

Poor Teddy...
Anyway, I kept him all these years, until Wombat Girl came along, and took him under her wing:

My goodness she loved/s that bear. He was rarely from her side when she was little (that, and her dummy). The dummy went by the wayside when she was about three. Teddy? He's still around. Except Wombat Girl thinks he is a "she". And renamed her Whitey (even though she's pink-ish). I don't care because Whitey is loved. Much loved. Loved to distraction.

My Mum had to give him new legs a few years back because his were worn out. And she made a little top for him because he was running out of fur on his body. He is starting to look a little worse for wear now though:


I have stitched and mended and re-done the nose. I suggested to Wombat Girl, now that his eye is falling out and I'm not sure how to fix it that perhaps Whitey needs to be put somewhere special so he doesn't fall apart completely. The look of horror on her face! So I will try to keep him/her together as best I can, so Wombat Girl can go on loving him forever.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you"
A.A. Milne -  Winnie the Pooh

What about you? Do you have a much-loved bear (or doll, or blankie?)
How are your sewing skills - how do I fix that eye?


  1. My husband has his bear, 45yrs old now, he long received a vest to protect too. And as his straw is starting to come out, he is up and the children aren't allowed to play with him.

    1. Once they start to lose their stuffing, it's not long for this world! But poor Whitey has to have further cuddles, so I'll just have to keep patching.

  2. Perhaps Whitey can have another life as a pirate with an eye patch.

    1. Oh! I'll float that one by Wombat Girl (mmm, she says she doesn't think that would suit Whitey).

  3. Is it just me, or does anyone else giggle uncontrollably whenever they see a much loved teddy-worse-for-wear-bear?

    Poor teddy!

    1. Just you! Poor teddy indeed...

    2. Don't worry, I still have my 'manky' Koala as well

  4. Awww! I love Teddy!

    I have Brownie - since I was 2yo - but I left him with my mom when I moved away, to keep her company.

    1. I love him too! He is well-loved! Wombat Girl has a Brownie too!


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