Please meet Kimberly, an Artist Teddy Bear of Unknown Origin

Please meet Kimberly, an Artist Teddy bear of unknown origin.   There are no tags on her at all, although there is a spot on her chest which I think might have been where her tag was attached.  She's a very high-end bear and is made of very soft brown mohair with white accents to her face.   She has beautiful glass eyes.   Her arms are wired for ease of posing her.   She is very solidly stuffed and stands about 14 inches tall.   She wears a very noisy bell collar.

I bought Kimberly at auction.   I was surprised I won her as she was only $15.   Her description was not well written.   I had the impression the seller found her in storage and didn't know how desirable she was.

Kimberly grew up in the Florida Keys, where her mom and dad owned a small Teddy bear hotel.   It was the go-to destination for a certain class of bruins, catering to a special Teddy bear's every need, from fresh honey on toast to the fluffing of fur with special brushes to gentle sponge baths.  Bears from all over the world flocked to The Bear Maximum.   She met all kinds of Teds, American and German and British and Dutch and Japanese, too many to keep track of.    Kimberly worked as the bellhop and would carry their bags up the stairs, explaining the amenities of the hotel as she escorted guests to their rooms.   If someone had a question about the local sites or where to go for dinner, she had the answers.  

On her days off, Kimberly would march down to the beach with her towel and binoculars and spend the day watching the migrating birds, owls and warblers and the elusive peregrine falcon.  She even spied a red-necked phalarope.  Of course, pelicans were in abundance as well as the pink flamingos.   She became quite expert in identifying the terns and frigatebirds of the Keys.   When Kimberly eventually moved north, she missed the shorebirds of her youth, but she discovered a whole new population of little birds, whose beautiful songs warmed her heart.   Every spring she looks forward to hearing first one peep, then two, and finally the dawn chorus breaking out to fill the air with such lovely sounds.   If you pass her house in the morning today, you may just find her peeking out the window with her binoculars, inspecting the birds on her birdfeeders.