The Other Side
Hello there,
I'm not a Teddy Bear Maker, I just
married one. Although the signs weren't apparent at the
start I should have guessed something was afoot when
most of our leisure time was spent checking out craft
markets. This significantly led to conversations ( I am
constantly being assured they really took place)
revolving around, "You know I think I could do this.
You wouldn't mind if I gave it a try?"
Before I knew it: -
BANG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! She was away and running.
Now before we go any further let me
say that I think my wife's bears are works of art and I
thank her for putting up with my idiosyncrasies over the
years.
I don't mind the fact that on a scale
of 1 to 100:
Teddy Bear Making comes in at 100
Cooking and doing dishes rates at
minus 100.
I am also aware that the artistic
process is a mysterious gift, given to all but realized
by few - and when it comes to Teddies I'm not one of the
few.
Now for those of you whose partners
are starting to succumb to the 'Lure of the Teddy' there
are rules you must learn if you wish to live
harmoniously with a person who rapturously drags you
into an opportunity shop after espying 10 to 12 fake fur
coats. You make a bee-line for the tired racks of second
hand books and magazines. Invariably you've read every
National Geographic that's there. Edging your way
towards the door your nose registers a faint tinge of
'Eau de Mothball' on everything as you brush against and
nearly disembowel yourself on a hat-rack built for
midgets. You only have to negotiate around a table
loaded with what looks like diseased birds nests, past
the two toddlers enthusiastically shredding the little
golden books by the door when a voice next to your ear
says,
"Do you remember the teddy I made
about two months ago, you know Bernard - how do you
think he would look if I used this fur?"
Although you may have difficulty
in adjusting to the change of circumstance at this point
of time resist the temptation to completely lose it and
scream out any damn fool thing that comes into your
head.
Instead, as your dazed brain
disengages itself from the notion of getting out the
door, focus on the words 'teddy' and the request 'you
think'.
The following has a success rate of
70%.
Lean back, rub your chin thoughtfully
and try to change the vacant stare in your eyes to one
of instant recollection. Say something like, "Mmmm, will
you be making him with eyelids and eyebrows." This will
give you valuable breathing space. You can then add
something like, " It all depends on if it's a boy or a
girl." This gives the impression you're aware of the
differences between unclad teddies and want to get
technical.
"If you're thinking of using it to
make a girl I think it would look better in a lighter
shade", is a good line which can lead into, "I'm just
going to duck outside, the smell of moth-balls is making
my nose itch."
This approach works well, the rider
being:- you must be able to distinguish and identify
various teddy bits such as eyes, paws, ears, the nose
(important).
Bonus points accrue if you know the
difference between Alpaca, Mohair, Rayon, Synthetic,
Cotton, and any other alien sounding terms relating to
fur. This knowledge is vital as it allows you use the
above in almost countless variations. Of course if you
know that Tibetan Yak Fur looks good but is hard to trim
and shave, you are probably a worse basket case than
your partner.
While your input into creative design
are appreciated, they aren't vital. Learn to become
multi-skilled. Whipping up light non - fattening but
palatable culinary delights at 11.00pm whilst
L'Artiste is at maximum stress completing a Teddy
for a 9.30am deadline, is a talent you should learn to
acquire, quickly. Complementary shoulder and back rubs
after the meal will ensure that your name will crop up
in statements such as, " He's been terrific lately,
especially this last week when I've had so little time,
so much to do" And trust me this is a thing of value.
Updating the Teddy Web Page is a handy skill, although
you should realize that this will always need to be done
YESTERDAY.
Of course I never let it go to my
head - I appreciate the fact that I can play with my
computer , watch the shows I like( yes, definitely get a
stereo and television for the Teddy Workshop), practice
my guitar or play with the cat. In short when the Teddy
Bear Creative Urge strikes, day blurs into night,
time-zones cease to exist, your life will never be the
same. Which may or may not be a thought that bears
thinking about.
Copyright © 1998
Dreamtime In Suburbia
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