
I returned, last evening, from an annual visit to Cape May with my lovely ladies.  We played skee ball and drank champagne, two marks of a Very Fine Weekend to me.  
I discovered a wee little shop, tucked under our hotel called Mother Grimm's Bears 
.  The Mother turns one's old furs or wedding dresses into melancholy, Edwardian-faced teddy bears.  She'll even turn the monogram on the inside of a fur coat into the paw of a bear.  I'm having my bridesmaid's dress from her parent's wedding converted into a bear for my new baby niece.