Repair Shop

F has a toy bear. It doesn't look like a bear. I know it is meant to be a bear because it is called Mr Bear. The clue is in the name....

On the evidence of this photo Mr Bear could be quite old. He has all the sorts of repairs you might expect to find on a well used soft toy that is possibly in its 7th decade.

Remember the 'old newspaper' blogpost? We got there via Mr Bear's footwear, which for the last 50 years or so has been a pair of baby boots, newborn size, blue and white, knitted in super skinny wool on super skinny needles. 

Along with half a dozen other soft toys, Mr Bear occupies an old fashioned washbasin (and jug) set sitting on the dresser.

After our dust-up over cupboard access, and my rearranging of things on the dresser, F decided that the soft toys had collected way too much dust and needed to be cleaned.  In the process she discovered that one of Mr Bear's shoes had been eaten into a jigsaw puzzle with pieces missing.

...and badly stained it in the process

F blames an insect. (Which explains why she checked all the woolly jumpers.)

Suddenly Mr Bear was getting a face wash (a soap froth wipe-over).  While he was drying out from that his clothes got some darning and remodelling. I object to inanimate imitators of pets getting prime place and had to exert my superior status...

And now she is making him some leather boots. 

I tell you she has been watching way too much Repair Shop