Thursday, June 29, 2006
These are a few of the bears I have been busy making, I get a lot of pleasure out of making and dressing them, and as they sell quite well, there are people out there who like them them too.
The ones standing up, are from a design of my own, they are quite tall and slim, odd for bears I suppose, but they are very popular, and I have made lots of them. They are collectors bears of course, not suitable for young children, just those that are young at heart, and there are lots of them out there.
We had a store here in Bridgetown, where 9 of us crafty ladies, made and sold their wares, we were rostered for our days in the store, but our numbers reduced, by people moving, dying (most inconsiderate), and taking full time jobs. We were in business for 8 years, not bad for a purely hand craft shop, in a small town. When we got down to just the four of us we decided that it was time to move on, and so we retired, gracefully I hope.
I have still sold my bears in other places, like fairs etc., and it was from that, that I was approached to put them in this store in Perth. They, the bears have gone all over the world, with lots of them taken back to the US, Ireland, England, Japan, Canada etc., and most states here in Australia.
A couple had two little boys, aged 8 and 10, who were excessively mischievious. They were always getting into trouble and their parents knew that if any mischief occured in their town, their sons were probably involved.
The boy's mother heard that a clergyman in town had been succcessful in disciplining children, so she asked if he would speak to her boys. The clergyman agreed, but asked to see them individually. So the mother sent her 8 year old first in the morning, with the older boy to see the clergyman in the afternoon.
The clergyman, a huge man, with a booming voice, sat the younger boy down and asked him sternly, "Where is God?". The boys mouth dropped open, but he made no response, sitting there with his mouth hanging open, wide eyed. So the clergyman repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God!!?". Again the boy made no attempt to answer. So the clergyman raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face and bellowed, "WHERE IS GOD!?"
The boy screamed and bolted from the room, ran directly home and dove into his closet, slamming the door behind him. When his older brother found him, he asked "What happened?"
The younger brother gasing for breath, replied, "We are in BIG trouble this time, mate. God is missing - and they think WE did it!"
Delicious ambiguity; life is made of moments, small peices of glittering mica in long stretches of grey cement.