Just a couple of Jellycat Bartholomew bears and some flowers. Come on a little fluffy walk with us.
Tag: Jellycat bear
Somewhere Over the Enfys – The Arrival Of A Liberty Jellycat Bear
During one of the hardest weeks of my life, my son handed me a purple Liberty bag with a Jellycat bear inside. This is the story of Enfys — a rainbow in bear form — and how she reminded me I’m loved, even when I can’t feel it.
Good Friday – The Battle, Biscoff the Bear Becomes a Trans Ally, and the Bit of Joy I Clawed Out Anyway
Good Friday: cluster headache edition. I fought through pain, ED brain, and Supreme Court crap to buy necklaces and dress a bear in protest gear. Was it all good? No. Did I make it fun anyway? Somehow. Biscoff the Bear is now a political figure. I am simply unraveling.
From Cortisol Mornings to Cotton Cord Evenings – Biscoff Is No Longer Naked!
Today was meant to be restful, but my brain woke me up yelling “BOOTS!” like it was a threat. I got my meds, made my bear a bowtie, and ignored all signs of needing to lie down. A cortisol-fuelled quest, featuring pigeons, macramé, and one very overdressed bear.
The Arrival of Biscoff… The Jellycat Bear
Biscoff the Bear has arrived, and frankly, he’s the best decision I’ve ever made mid-breakdown. He’s soft. He’s chonky. He’s emotionally supportive and doesn’t judge my reactive Biscoff binges. He even has his own jar. 10/10 life coach. Would cuddle again.
Wordless Wednesday – Babysitting A Cutie Patootie
Every Tuesday, my son has a long day at university. While he’s off being brilliant, he leaves his Jellycat bear—Cutie Patootie—in my care for a bit of “bearsitting.” This post is full of adorable snapshots of me fulfilling my grandma duties to my son’s bear, complete with snacks, cuddles, and spoiling galore.
The Little Stuff And Things Keeping Me From The Black Hole of Depression
Depression feels like a black hole pulling me in, but sometimes, it’s the smallest things that keep me from crossing the event horizon—a Jellycat bee gifted by my son, the soft glow of a wax melt burner, or a plushie left in my bed to remind me I’m not alone.
Absurd Universe 