I've had this little Paddington fellow on my elegant
writing desk for years now. He peeks out of a
cubby hole (how appropriate a name for his place)
and charms me with his sweetness. When I was
well into my adult life, my Mother gave him to
me. As I looked for things of consequence to me
that I would want to paint, there he was. Of course
I had to give him some things to play with....