What a lovely thing to do and so nice that you can do this together. I still sleep with my lovey, "nye-nye", every night and I'm 39! My two boys also have their own nye-nyes, so we know what an important job yours is. We will follow your repairs on the blog. Thanks!
My lovey was named "Mr. P. Dog" (P for puppy, of course). We patched his eyes a few times but he still wore out, began hemorrhaging fluff, and disappeared, around the time of my 6th birthday. I vaguely remember seeing him enter a drawer, and never return. "Bun" (for bunny, of course) soon took his place. I was a flexible child.
HOWEVER, the night before I left for college, my parents interrupted my packing to ask if I could make room for something special. My father, a university administrator with zero crafting & sewing experience to my knowledge, had re-covered Mr. P. Dog in new yellow terry cloth, by hand, and added my college logo to the fuzzy chest. Mr. P. Dog did not make it through college unscathed (none of us do), but he was there for graduation and has helped me welcome three kids of my own. I hope more people will be inspired by your story--as I am!--and lend their talents to the cause from whatever corner of the globe they happen to warm every night with their loveys.
Thank you so much and thanks to the NYT for letting us know about you down here in Atlanta, GA! Anyone local who needs lovey repair should feel free to contact Lauren Waits on Facebook. I may not blog about it, but I'd be glad to provide services as good or better than my sweet father's!
Love this. And love following you via blog.
ReplyDeleteawesome possum, just like you two! xoxo from California
ReplyDeleteSo thrilled we found you. Looking forward to seeing the restored Chrissy dolphin.
ReplyDeleteJust marvelous! I'm glad to have read about your work, because now I can follow your blog. In the company of my own patched and mended critters :)
ReplyDeletei love this. loveys everywhere send kisses.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely thing to do and so nice that you can do this together. I still sleep with my lovey, "nye-nye", every night and I'm 39! My two boys also have their own nye-nyes, so we know what an important job yours is. We will follow your repairs on the blog. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful story. It's really lightened a hard, sad day. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteMy lovey was named "Mr. P. Dog" (P for puppy, of course). We patched his eyes a few times but he still wore out, began hemorrhaging fluff, and disappeared, around the time of my 6th birthday. I vaguely remember seeing him enter a drawer, and never return. "Bun" (for bunny, of course) soon took his place. I was a flexible child.
ReplyDeleteHOWEVER, the night before I left for college, my parents interrupted my packing to ask if I could make room for something special. My father, a university administrator with zero crafting & sewing experience to my knowledge, had re-covered Mr. P. Dog in new yellow terry cloth, by hand, and added my college logo to the fuzzy chest. Mr. P. Dog did not make it through college unscathed (none of us do), but he was there for graduation and has helped me welcome three kids of my own. I hope more people will be inspired by your story--as I am!--and lend their talents to the cause from whatever corner of the globe they happen to warm every night with their loveys.
Thank you so much and thanks to the NYT for letting us know about you down here in Atlanta, GA! Anyone local who needs lovey repair should feel free to contact Lauren Waits on Facebook. I may not blog about it, but I'd be glad to provide services as good or better than my sweet father's!