It got away from me

but it's close 

The teeniest tweaks are getting twuck and the sweetest of breaths are being held.

Heads 1 - 5 (or diversion up ahead)

The heads on sticks have had to be patient this week as the evenings were full of dull-work.

That little head on the right is so full of possibilities - Is he another little hand sewn fellow? Or is he someone else altogether? 

 I can't help thinking of blue linen dungarees.

(Which is not where I thought I was going at all)

Remember the sperm? (or gifts for all occasions)

I trawled my blog this morning, positive that I had done a post about sperm…apparently not, it must just be one of those posts I wrote in my head.

Last year (?) a friend went off for a vasectomy so I decided to make him a little specimen jar of happy spermies. I recall asking on twitter whether sperm were known for their happiness or whether they were snarly competitive types.

I made a little label with his name and a ward number etc. on it for him (no photo for some reason) and thought it a rather grand and thoughtful gift.

As is my wont  I then couldn’t stop thinking of sperm and whales and sperm whales. I Bookfaced this guy asking people whether I should scrap it or keep working on that damned tail.

and I did (insert at least six more weird sperm /whale creations here) and I made a little whale pincushion

and then I made another and so on and so on and so on. I so want to add a little joke here about all of this coming from one little sperm, but I'm guessing you guys are way ahead of me.

People power and no I am not styling these photos

After quite a bit of faffing about in the land of bookface, asking for opinions, I was able to move forward with the bear guy that sprang up just before Christmas.   

You know, I think the thing about toys is trying to make something that looks like the real shape of animal , but also looks appealing… a kind of compromise between a really truly representation of an animal and our idea of the animal.

(and of course the limitations of the person doing the actual making) I also think I think way too much.

    

So the Polar Brothers are born and I do really like them. Kind of real, and kind of cute and the best thing? that crazy Minky fabric makes them all touchable and rub-on-your-cheek lovely.

 

Please do ignore the gargantuanly headed deer who appears to have collapsed under the bears….

He just can’t stand on his own two feet.

Keeping up with the Jones' (or Annie)

Every school term without fail, Annie makes a new handbag. Her bags get more and more complicated as she works through almost all of Nikki's patterns. This term, it could not be avoided, my bag with a great big split in the front PVC had to go...it was getting embarrassing.

So at the last minute I made a new bag - same as every other bag I have made for about four years, but this time with thicker PVC. Kind of dull and boring and practical - but saved by the awesomeness that is my favourite Ink and Spindle fabric ever, long discontinued and hoarded until now.

Ahead of me on this three day weekend, is some papercraft........yep never thought I'd be putting that word on my blog. A bit of Red riding hood tweaking, a bit of rag rugging, all the general domestic godessing and (fingers crossed) the final final finishing of these as yet unnamed fellows below.

ooh , and the first postcard arrived at school yesterday, (Thanks Catherine) correctly addressed to the awesome Library chick......accompanied by the statement from the office ladies - "Jodie's been writing letters to herself again"