the shop has just been filled with bears. they take over if you're not too careful. (little bears, much like little dogs, find their way into everything.) thanks to these small creatures, i leave trails of thread snips and wool bits all over the house. and naturally, otis comes by to taste each fuzzy thing he finds on the floor just to make sure it's not food.
and lastly, this little polar bear… the way she perched on her bit of wood set me in mind of a bear adrift on an ice floe. she wears a tattered vintage wrap, finished with the tiniest of buttons. she has the loveliest little personality, i hope she ends up in a very special home.
they're in the shop now.