Shaba

Shaba

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I belong to Camille's series

I was born from a piece of luminous red ruby schulte german mohair
of long pile, I'm completely hand-stitched ( no sewing machine).

I'm 12" tall when I stand up and 9" sitting.
I'm fully jointed with disks and cotter pins and padded with polyfill.
My eyes are beautiful black German glass eyes.
My nose is embroidered with a dark brown cotton thread,
and waxed, the claws of my pads are embroidered
with a brown cotton thread too.
The cushion of my paw pads are out of ochre cashmere fabric.
I'm wearing a scarf from a pure white angora,
and a big glass bead around my neck.
Shaba has a fiery temperament.
He's a good bear but he's passionate.
Perhaps he is madly in love with life,
or want to fall in love with you.

He's a real painting, the light is shining and playing on his fur like
the brush of a painter is searching the life on the canvas.
He's a tender bear who wishes to bring the light
and his bright color in your hug.
Take my hand to follow me on the nice way of love.

He lives with Carol who adopted him.

	Shaba ...................................................................................... I belong to Camille's series I was born from a piece of luminous red ruby schulte german mohair of long pile, I'm completely hand-stitched ( no sewing machine). I'm 12" tall when I stand up and 9" sitting. I'm fully jointed with disks and cotter pins and padded with polyfill. My eyes are beautiful black German glass eyes. My nose is embroidered with a dark brown cotton thread, and waxed, the claws of my pads are embroidered with a brown cotton thread too. The cushion of my paw pads are out of ochre cashmere fabric. I'm wearing a scarf from a pure white angora, and a big glass bead around my neck. Shaba has a fiery temperament. He's a good bear but he's passionate. Perhaps he is madly in love with life, or want to fall in love with you. He's a real painting, the light is shining and playing on his fur like the brush of a painter is searching the life on the canvas. He's a tender bear who wishes to bring the light and his bright color in your hug. Take my hand to follow me on the nice way of love. He lives with Carol who adopted him.