Okay, I think it is very possible that I have lost my mind. I just wanted to warn you. This post is coming from someone who very well may have been sane once long ago, but her current state of sanity is now dubious indeed. Rather, MY current state of sanity is dubious. I suppose it is not a good sign when one starts talking about oneself in the third person. Oh, there I go again! Okay, I must just confess and then perhaps I will no longer feel the need to look at accessories that could compliment a straight-jacket. Gold chain? Silver earrings? Perhaps a leather pouch filled with garlic to ward off the vampires would be a better choice--or does that ward off werewolves?
Oh, well. Here we go. Remember that last bear I made? Lainie-that's right. Well, I still don't have official pictures of her (perhaps we'll get to them tonight). But, anyways, I thought Lainie was a she, but she isn't a she, she's a he. She's, rather, he's Alfie. Yep. That's what he told me. Yep, I'm hearing little teddy bear voices--that's where the straight-jacket may need to come in. But perhaps even crazier, was that I didn't LISTEN to him when he told me his name. After all that I went through with Buster, you'd think that I would finally know that I MUST listen to the bear. I heard Alfie tell me his name and I promptly ignored him. What kind of person must I be!
So what provoked me to ignore the small voice of the bear? Another small voice--from my youngest daughter. Poor little Alfie had already told me his name, but when my daughter looked at him and pronounced that he most definitely looked like a she, I was a goner. I was in the middle of coloring him, so I added pink to make him look more feminine. Around his eyes. Some on his paws. Hmmm. Better add some more. Not quite. How about a little blush colored pencil to accent his fur? Still not doing it for me. But I named him Lainie (Gosh, it took forever to find a girl's name for him) and my youngest daughter and I went to buy him a pretty ruffled sweater. I must say it fits him quite well and he looks quite "she-like" in it. However, still not quite there. What was my first clue? Matt bursting out laughing when he saw poor Alfie in a girly little sweater.
The whole family kept referring to him as "he" and I had to keep reminding them that he was a "she." The final straw was when said youngest daughter said, "He, I mean she...." That was it. I couldn't take it any longer--even she thought that the bear was a "he." I promptly apologized to poor little Alfie and announced to the family what his true name was. I think they were a little surprised by the promptness of me picking a name for him after all the suffering we went through trying to find him a girl's name. But like I said, he told me--he actually whispered his name to me--when I was still creating him.
I've gotta learn to listen to those little bear voices. But I must admit, I'm stacking the deck with the next bear I make. It is a Christmas present for the above-mentioned youngest daughter who really wants a little "she-bear." Nope, I'm not gonna play fair this time! Her bear will be made from a long, ultra-dense, wavy, cream-colored mohair with sparse, rose-colored mohair for the paws, and pink perle cotton for the nose and mouth. Not fair? I know. But this time, don't you think that it just HAS to be a girl!