Beautiful in the Eye of the Beholder.
When I graduated college, I went to Alaska for a few weeks then to Europe for 6 weeks. I debated about bringing Orangy. He was so fragile. I left him at my house when I was in Alaska, but wasn't sure I wanted to leave him home all those weeks I was in Europe. I went round and round in my head and then finally said it out loud to a few people. They all told me I was nuts and that he couldn't handle the backpacking I would be doing. So I left him home. For years and years, decades actually, I have this reoccurring dream that I took him with me and when I toured Versailles, I found bits and pieces of him in every room of the palace.
When the BirdMan and I moved in together, Orangy still slept with me like he always did. The BirdMan let if go for the first two years, then he gently said it was time to give up the bear. It was a sad night for me the first time I put him on the nightstand. I miss having him in the crook of my arm. I slept that way for 27 years.
Now that I beadweave, I thought of weaving him some protective clothing. Or maybe a suit of armor out of chain maille. He still wears his knitted suit my Mom made for him. But I wanted to show him au natural here.
When I die, he will be cremated with me. He was with me from the day I was born and he will be with me when I go. No one in the family appreciates him like I do.
He is my Orangy and I love him.
*Appreciate what you have. Want for less...unless it is beads or music.