There were quite of you who, thankfully, offered your opinion and your ideas. With my financial situation what it is, charging more for the bear seemed to me like the most appropriate thing to do. But, something kept tugging at me that told me not to. I didn’t want to price myself out of business (and business has been slow), and more importantly, I didn’t like the idea of my teddy bear being accessible to only a few. I don’t want my teddy bears to be “exclusive.” Coveted, yes. But, I want them available to anyone who wants one. Never do I want to hear that my teddy bear is great and adorable….but that someone couldn’t afford him. These bears are about hope, love, clutching, strength, determination, and companionship. The same ideas and issues that WE ALL struggle with, or yearn for. Those tender, sometimes painful feelings shouldn’t be thwarted by only those with financial means.
So, I decided NOT to raise the price of my bears. I just can’t do it. Face it, I’ll never be a rich man knitting these little guys, but its never been about that, really. Its about what they mean to YOU when you pick him up and hold him, and when you place him in bed with your little one, or when you tuck him on a shelf to keep watch over you. Its about that, not about becoming a rich man. If I’m blessed, then my writing will make me a few more dollars than I have right now. And I’ve often said that one day, my greatest goal was to be a philanthropist….and at THAT point, I wouldn’t have to charge anything for my teddy bears. They would simply go to homes that need them. Wouldn’t that be amazing? That I could actually spend the time I had giving these teddy bears to empty arms in desperate need of something to hold? Hopefully, one day. But, for now? As long as I can sell one bear a day, I’m inclined to think all is well in the world. One bear a day keeps me in a home, keeps the lights on, keeps food in Mario’s belly, a little left over (I’m saving up to buy a bike so I can get to the post office and supermarket much quicker so that I can dash back home and knit), and the occasional book found at a thrift store. So, one bear a day, and all is well in the world. And with that? Then I am definitely a rich man already.
This is isn’t my teddy bear, this is OUR teddy bear. He belongs to our whole human community, with the weight of loneliness and pain, fear and doubt lifted away by the simple squeeze of his plush little body.
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