Rose Bear

Adorable bears with rose-patterned fur!

Gift from Bukit Tinggi

A surprise gift,

quite unexpected.

The bear, carried in the backpack,

brought back from Port Klang.

Its ears a little "crumpled";

its fur not so well combed.

The thought behind the bear,

so warm the feeling,

so caring the gesture.

:)

Bears at the window

There is a bear at the window,

no, more,

a bear and its friends,

all beckoning from the shop window,

with friendly smiles, and lovable gaze.

Drawn to the beary friendliness,

I approached,

picking up one pearly white bear,

then a honey brown one, with pink bow and pink designs on its feet.

A little boy approached,

also drawn by the cluster of bears.

Hugging the biggest bear of all, sitting on a cane chair,

he looked up as he nestled his face against the big bear.

We exchanged smiles of common understanding,

of fondness for lovable cuddly bears.

Birds of a feather flock together;

perhaps humans with kind hearts and lovable characters, do too.

our very own Bears

The pink bear took a bath yesterday. It was turning blue around the edges, dust clinging on to its soft fur. Even showing signs of a faint black "moustache"!

And today, after spinning in the dryer, it has emerged ... tada ... all pink and white again!

The pink bear - it has travelled, to US (to Evanston, Washington DC), and back. Stopping enroute at the Narita Airport. It has seen quite a few international airports indeed.

And its friend - the brown bear.
One of the first bears in our home, in a generation when bears were somewhat of a luxury toy. But having been brought up on a steady diet of Enid Blyton and the bears in the stories, one had to have a bear, even if one be an adult by the time one could get it!


The brown bear - it has grown up in the heartlands, and has travelled - from central to west of Singapore.




The bears - the matriach/patriach in the family of bears and beannies. :)