After the newness of it all has passed- a new place , a new life, a new job, I felt restless,listless and terribly homesick. Winters were the worst times, when the bone-chilling cold prevented one from enjoying the outdoors and I found myself stuck with nothing much to do but watching TV or twiddling my thumbs. I realized that even the company of my beloved just wasn't enough to make me happy.
Feeling thus, I wanted to find something enjoyable to do. I went back to cross-stitch and did a few projects. I also tried to learn crochet , but when it came to crocheting , I was hopelessly all thumbs and so I gave it up. Then I stumbled into the wonderful world of bear making and bear artistry through books ,magazines and the internet. I was awestruck with all the beautiful creations that I have seen. Therein I got my inspiration. Borrowing all the bearmaking books that I could find in the library and devouring all the tutorials and useful informations, gathering up tools and materials , I painstakingly taught myself to make the cutest of stuffed animals , the bear.
It wasn't easy at first. How to do this, how to do that? A few hits and misses. And finally, my first teddy bear made from brown corduroy fabric with an off-center plastic nose. Seven inches and non-jointed and slightly rough . But he was my first creation and my first pride and he'll forever hold a soft spot in my heart.
Soon after, a second bear followed to keep the 'firstborn' company.
and then another..and another.....
