A Bearow escape
Sep. 3rd, 2022 10:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
offcntrI almost lost a bear today.
For those who haven't perused the Occasionally Asked Questions at offcenter.biz, the section on bears:
What's with the bears?
Well, the sitter cancelled at the last moment... Actually, we started bringing teddy bears to our first Holiday Market. Sales were very slow, and it was nice to have someone to clutch besides each other, especially someone who didn't bruise easily. Since then we've discovered that bears distract crying children, attract child-like grown-ups, and generally make the process of meeting customers and selling art a lot more fun. We're actually both very shy, so the bears make introductions. In fact, we'd call them the unsung heroes of Off Center Ceramics, except that they now have their own song.
So we were visited by a mom and very young daughter--certainly less than two years old--and daughter was fascinated by the banks. So I brought them down to stroller-level so she could see and touch, showed her a pig, and and elephant, kitty and T. Rex. In an attempt to distract her so mom could move on, I offered her a picture, a leftover postcard from our summer shows. Unfortunately, I had my teddy bear under my arm at the time.
Of course, she pointed at the bear; the bear tickled her, she giggled; the bear danced, she chortled. Reached out her arms. If I let her hug it, will she give it back? I asked Mom. Oh, I'm sure she will.
Reader, she did not. Hugged poor Yevgeny tighter while mom cajoled and I made sad eyes. She was not gonna part with that bear, even when offered her new felt duck toy. Finally, mom removed the bear by force, and her wails could be heard down to the corner, and halfway down the block. Poor 'Geny was traumatized.
For those who haven't perused the Occasionally Asked Questions at offcenter.biz, the section on bears:
What's with the bears?
Well, the sitter cancelled at the last moment... Actually, we started bringing teddy bears to our first Holiday Market. Sales were very slow, and it was nice to have someone to clutch besides each other, especially someone who didn't bruise easily. Since then we've discovered that bears distract crying children, attract child-like grown-ups, and generally make the process of meeting customers and selling art a lot more fun. We're actually both very shy, so the bears make introductions. In fact, we'd call them the unsung heroes of Off Center Ceramics, except that they now have their own song.
So we were visited by a mom and very young daughter--certainly less than two years old--and daughter was fascinated by the banks. So I brought them down to stroller-level so she could see and touch, showed her a pig, and and elephant, kitty and T. Rex. In an attempt to distract her so mom could move on, I offered her a picture, a leftover postcard from our summer shows. Unfortunately, I had my teddy bear under my arm at the time.
Of course, she pointed at the bear; the bear tickled her, she giggled; the bear danced, she chortled. Reached out her arms. If I let her hug it, will she give it back? I asked Mom. Oh, I'm sure she will.
Reader, she did not. Hugged poor Yevgeny tighter while mom cajoled and I made sad eyes. She was not gonna part with that bear, even when offered her new felt duck toy. Finally, mom removed the bear by force, and her wails could be heard down to the corner, and halfway down the block. Poor 'Geny was traumatized.
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Date: 2022-09-04 01:39 pm (UTC)