Today I was reminded of the pompoms we used to make as children, how we used to wrap wool around two circles of card and create simple magic. This reminded me of my grandmother. Annie Davidson was the older of my two Grans, both of whom were known by the name ‘Nanny’.
At home I slept in a room above my dad’s clocking-in clock, which had a very soporific loud and dawdling tick. Whenever I slept away from home, I needed this tick for comfort, so both Nanny’s knew to provide some form of clock whenever we went to stay.
One night when I & my little brother were having a sleep-over, I had forgotten my teddy. I must have been four or five. Nanny improvised, she went to the bottom of the wardrobe in front of me and pulled out one of her patent leather court shoes, she then went to the bathroom and got a towel from the airing cupboard, which she wrapped around the shoe and presented to me as a teddy.
‘Teddy’ was tucked in alongside me, under the tight bed sheets. Equipped with an adequately sized, soft but firm form to cuddle and the lull of a ticking clock, I was secure and comforted and able to settle down to sleep.
Decades later, this simple but beautiful improvisation which was coupled with imagination, care and a lot of love is a fond and defining memory for me.
Thought I'd share this beauty:
Material Teddy by Makiko Shinoda
'By modifying and transforming everyday materials to jewellery, Jo Pond invests them with the power to enchant or fascinate us. At the same time, her works become the vehicles for narratives that reach out beyond the here and now. Her handling of transient objects imbues them with lasting value as art. And as wearers of this jewellery, she gives us a new means to express our attitudes and values.’ Jorunn Veiteberg.
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