sometime life just gets too much and we have to go sit out on the little brown house deck under the plum trees and talk to our teddies.
while there, we sometimes have a little cry, sometimes we gaze off into the middle distance, sometimes we read a book out-loud to ourselves (or whoever else happens to be around), sometimes we clutch our teddy close to our heart yelling ‘you, teddy, you’re the only one that understands, but REALLY UNDERSTANDS, me!’
sometimes (heh-hem, usually) we do all of the above.
and that’s the best thing about the little brown house: teddies that listen and places that you can be as crazy as you like.
just ask stephanie from handmade photography, the beautiful lady who took this photo. she knows what we’re talking about.