Disembodied

50 years ago I made this teddy bear at school. Mum knitted a school uniform for her. 

She's been with me ever since: usually in a box. When not in a box she has gathered dust, literally. So today I removed her clothes to wash them, and discovered that the poppers attaching limbs to body had all come unstitched. 

Before stitching them back on, I washed her body as well as the skirt, cardigan and scarf. Everything is now laid out to dry. 

It brought back interesting memories of my best friend and I making twin teddies, which we named after each other. I wonder if she remembers... I must ask.