Say hello to my very first tiny teddy — stitched by hand, stuffed with love, and already off exploring the world (mostly houseplants for now, but who knows what’s next?).

He’s not perfect. His stitches wobble a little, his arms are slightly uneven, and I love him all the more for it. There’s something incredibly special about making a little creature from nothing but scraps and time — watching it slowly take shape in your hands until suddenly, there he is. A bear.

I used a piece of soft, worn plaid fabric I couldn’t bear to throw away — it already had stories in it, and now it has a few more. Every stitch felt like a little spell, anchoring joy and curiosity into cloth.

He’s been spotted climbing the bonsai, sunbathing by the water glass, and resting in my palm, waiting patiently for his next adventure.

Honestly? I’m hooked. I think he may soon have friends.