My mom passed away a good number of years ago. Among her things was a little plastic bag containing this sketch and a handful of little dingle balls. When my niece was born, my mom's first granddaughter, I remember my mom working on a baby blanket to send along. There was a kind of Winnie the Pooh bear appliqued on top of a soft yellow background; that's my recollection. I remember at the time, looking at the finished bear and thinking what a funny little bear he was; kind of on the skinny side, I thought. I was with my mom the day she went to Hart's Fabrics in Santa Cruz, when she bought these dingle balls, a few snips of this and a few snips of that. It must have meant a great deal to my mom to have kept these things tucked away for all that time. It means the world to me to have them in my keeping.