I see a piece of fur fabric that calls out to me to make it into a teddy. I have no say in it. Sure, I designed a pattern or two many moons ago, but that's the last of my input. The little teddy personality just happens by itself.
Maybe teddy souls are like sparks of inspiration, it's said that they float in the air, being attracted to some people and not to others.
And I seem to be an antenna for more than my share of them!






