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Chatsworth House and Cuddly Toys

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On our way to our Girly Weekend retreat we dropped into the Christmas Fair at Chatsworth House, Derbyshire. We didn’t tour the house as we were short of time and such a magnificent residence deserves a lingering, loitering viewing. The fair was located in the stately home grounds around the property. It was VERY busy but free to enter! There were multiple wooden huts selling trinkets, crafts, food, and treats. As ever my penchant for textiles saw me gravitate to the fabric craft stalls.

I admired some gorgeous woollen cushions. There was a lovely Hydrangea Wreath. I loved the choice of Christmas crafts but bought very little. As usual I thought that “I can make that!”. Sadly what I can’t buy is time to complete all the projects that I would like to make. Oh I did buy some yummy fudge! Oh and a lacy scarf ( that did look a bit like a dish cloth.)

The next day whilst rambling around Ashbourne, we came across a tree stump to which someone had fastened lots of “lost” cuddly toys. It was both funny and sad. It certainly caused interest. Speculation as to who had owned them and who on Earth had gone to the trouble of attaching them to the tree stump? Had they been lost or had they been abandoned?

If you have ever lost a cuddly toy it could be hugging  a tree stump somewhere in Ashbourne!

Grandad Ted

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image image imageIn the 1980’s and 90’s it was still possible to buy fur coats from charity shops. It was acceptable to wear these fur coats but many were donated to charity. My Mum bought a few of these coats and jackets and made “Teddy Bears” from them. I think that she made three or four over time. They were stuffed very firm, had jointed limbs and were much loved by my children.

The Teddy in the picture belongs to my daughter and is named “Grandad Ted”. He is named after my father who was called Edmund, known as Ted. My Mum added a tag saying ” born 1990″ – the Teddy not my Dad!

Sadly my Dad died over six years ago and didn’t meet my youngest Grandson. This child now counts “grandad Ted” amongst his favourite toys. The really funny thing is that my Grandson is confused about death, heaven and relationships (aren’t we all?). He seems to think that Grandad Ted the Teddy and Grandad Ted my father are the same person(?). He understands that Grandad Ted the person is in Heaven but not sure about Grandad Ted the Teddy! Now I’m confused!

Well my wonderful Mother will be 88 on Sunday, she misses my Dad enormously but keeps smiling and is still telling me how to sew, knit etc. So this blog is dedicated to her for showing me how to sew, knit and love Grandad Ted!