Friday, December 18, 2015
Thursday, December 17, 2015
Stuffies should not be scary and, yes, those legs are centipede-scary, aren't they?
- Obviously the black ribbon legs were a huge mistake. Nothing says centipede like a lot of blacks squiggly legs!
- Also, while I like the fabric for the body, it needs segments. Caterpillars must have segments.
I do like my ribbon antennas, though. I have got to use up some of my overwhelming ribbon collection. Did I really just call it a collection? That's not good. Supply! I meant supply!
This began with me trying to steal Sandra's Hungry-Caterpillar-book-with-stuffy gift idea. I love both of her versions of the caterpillar. You have to check hers out to see how good this might have been if I had just not decided to, once again, reinvent the wheel.
I can't even bring myself to donate this one. It would be cruel. Mine will terrify some poor child who happens upon it lying in the thrift store waiting for it's forever home.
Until someone comes up with a kiddie book about a lovable centipede, this will will have to go the way of all centipedes--hidden in the far depths where they belong.
Tuesday, December 15, 2015
One project down. About a million more to go!
Update: I wanted to add a little more about how I did this before posting it to Threading My Way's pillow page. First, the pillow patterns I found on the web have those nice lines across like the actual emoji, but then the pillow is quite flat. I wanted a fluffier pillow. I ended up drawing a pattern by hand. The downside to an overstuffed version is that you can't get sew in those lines. After sewing that bit of a line at the top it was obvious lines further down would not work.
To fix that first problem on the next pillow (because a half dozen people wanted one after seeing mine), I want to put together a sandwich with a little stuffing for the top piece. That will allow me to put in the lines. Then I will sew on a back panel that can be fully stuffed. I think that should give me both lines and fluff. We shall see!
Now that I think about it, everyone who wanted a pillow was way younger than me. I may be having a Peter Pan moment--or life. Too late to change now.