Rebbie

 My lovely friend, Celia over at Fig Jam and Lime Cordial writes about Phoenix projects. She rescues lovely bits of clothing that are worn out and mends them into works of art. 

While my mom has been recovering from breaking her leg I've been going through decades of stuff, sorting, donating, throwing away. In the closet of my old room, in a box that hasn't been touched since the seventies I found Rebbie. He was the beloved animal friend of my little brother Tom, who passed away when he was 16. 

Rebbie might not look like much at age sixty, but he was the King of the Toys. He was sassy and liked to surf. He was popular and had a thick California beach accent. He was the kind of dog that said "Dude" a lot. We wrote comic books about him and his friends. When I found him I became most sentimental.

So he has come to my house for a bit of makeover. 

Here he is on my desk, ready for a spa day.

A nice warm bath. 

Look! He really is pink and white, sort of. He got a soft brushing and a bit of a blow dry. 

After a nice nap on the windowsill he's ready for new stuffing. 

On to the mending. All the bald spots are going to take some time to patch. But I think he's looking much better, don't you?

Who was your animal friend growing up? 

Love and hugs,

Marilyn.

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Play is often talked about as if it were a relief from serious learning. 

But for children play is serious learning. Play is really the work of childhood.

Fred Rogers