That teddy bear, bedboard thingy, and little light are all so cute T~T <3
Thank you! The teddy is Big Ted! Have I told you about Big Ted? LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT BIG TED
This is Big Ted. Big Ted is, sitting down, about 20 inches tall. His limbs and head are articulated, though he always sits. Big Ted functionally is as old as me. I won’t tell you how old that is, but trust me when I tell you that it’s older than most of you.
When I was about six months old, I made my first trip to London. My grandmother was SO EXCITED, as you imagine grandmothers are with their first (and ultimately only) grandchild. It was a couple of weeks before we’d be arriving, and she was walking down the street one day and saw this teddy bear riding a tricycle in a display window at Hamleys (which for those of you who don’t know is a MASSIVE FUCKING TOY STORE, and the oldest in the world). She decided that I had to have him.
She went in and asked how much it cost.
She was told it wasn’t for sale.
Now I need to take a moment to illustrate this for you. My grandmother was, by and large, the most gentle woman I’ve ever known. She was like 4′10″, always smiling, loved to laugh. I don’t think I ever knew her to raise her voice or get upset about anything.
She was not having any of this “not for sale” bullshit.
“This is a store. You sell things. The bear is in the store. I will buy the bear.”
This apparently went on for like twenty minutes and concluded with my grandma walking out of the store with a bear two-thirds her size.
Mum says that when she got off the plane with me, the first thing she spotted was my grandma dangling and bouncing the the bear over the barrier. She promptly thrust the bear at my mother and took me. Grandmas, am I right?
Big Ted has been with me ever since. He was named after my Grandad Ted (and if you’ve been around a while, you’ve probably already heard me talk about him). In fact, here’s a picture of all three of us!
I don’t have the Pepe LePew any more though. Sorry, Pepe.
More pictures! Here’s Jett as a puppy with Big Ted.
And you can see him back there when she’s a slightly bigger puppy too.
My childhood was extremely rough for a lot of reasons I won’t bore you with, but Big Ted was a constant for me. He was always there, always ready for a hug, always ready to listen. Big Ted protected me when I needed protecting most.
And he still does. He sits right over where I sleep, now wearing my grandad’s cap.
Wherever I go, BIg Ted will go too.