Old Friends

Some designs remain classic....Pooh will always be that for me...while painting these custom pieces I was reminded how I first learned to read. My mother loved Pooh , and that love transferred to us when she would read to us about Pooh and all his adventures. This was the first book I read to my mother. She would sit back sometimes with her eyes closed and laugh at all the silly bits, like it was her first time hearing the story. These stories will always have a special place in my heart and I laugh at them to this day....it is very hard to pick one story as my favorite, but it would have to be, when pooh gets stuck in Rabbits hutch......having to stay in the hole

until he became thinner and could be pulled out like a cork in a bottle

all this from his greed in eating all Rabbits honey...way to funny...I had a stuffed Pooh that was so loved he literally fell apart...he was mended many times ..but alias had to go to the happy hunting ground..my mothers way of explaining how he just wasn't there one day when I came home from school...the poor bear had lost his stuffing , one eye and was bald and had a certain well loved smell about him...by the time pooh went away , my interests where elsewhere...too big for a baby stuffed animal...how silly we are...I would love him back on those days where you just need a pal that will listen and just smile...