Care Bear Bath Time


This arrangement was in my main bathroom for a while, I did not get around to burning it for some time, some might say I grew fond of it and was reluctant to melt it.  The Care Bears are from the collection I had when I was a little girl.  My mom had put away my special toys, including my Care Bears, when I got too big to play with them.  When my daughter turned 5 we took my toys out from the attic and gave them to her.  She seems pleased to play with stuff that I played with as a little girl.  I think this also has helped her to understand that I used to be a child at one point in my life too, which is a helpful perspective for her.  So these Care Bears have been in my life for over 30 years now…..longer than any other relationship I’ve had except for with my family….that’s some good perspective for me I guess.  The bathtub and floor mat and mirror are also part of my toy collection from when I was young.  This arrangement was inspired by the candles that are shaped like folded towels.  My mom picked these up for me and I had to figure out what to do with them and when I saw my kiddo playing with the bathtub (she was bathing her little ponies) this setting seemed like just the thing.  I added the ducks because rubber duckies seemed like just the right touch.  In the Care Bear world there is magic so I guess these rubber duckies are more like real ducks and can talk and stuff.  I really like the little guy who is checking himself out in the mirror, he is very appealing to me.  I used bubble wrap as the bubbles in the tub and I can tell you that I was hard pressed to not pop the bubbles, which is my usual interaction with bubble wrap.  Someday some psychologist will make a fortune by explaining this universal compulsion to pop the bubble wrap bubbles, there must be some deep seated meaning as to why we humans need to do this.  The melt was a bit of chaos, the bathtub and figurines caught on fire, I had lit it up and then something came up and I was out of the room for around ten minutes.  By the time I got back to it there the bathtub was nothing but a puddle of melted plastic and the living room reeked of burnt plastic.  Considering those toys are 30 years old I can’t imagine what kind of toxins were in the plastic……I might start growing an extra arm out of my forehead soon.  Don’t get me wrong, it would come in handy…..but probably would look funny and I’d have to get my hats custom made with like a sleeve or something…