I started a small collection of bears when I was a kid, inspired and aided by my great-aunt Lucille. The guest room I always stayed in when we visited her was the "Bear Room", where most of her vast collection lived and played. I remember she even had a child's table and chairs in one corner of the room where several bears were always found reading a good Beatrix Potter book or waiting to take their tea (all their tea things were already laid out on the table, of course !) Many of my bears came from my aunt, including the handsome guy above . . . he and several others came home with me when my aunt passed away a few years ago. I don't look at them and appreciate them as much as I should . . . I'm still trying to figure out how I can fit them into our decor !! But every time I look at their little faces, they make me smile !