Well, despite my whining about it, I did manage to get one project done, even with a house full of small humans.
Done, I said, though not necessarily done well. This is little guy is a prototype, which for me means drawing out a bunch of shapes, cutting them out of fabric and just seeing how it goes together.
Here is a little chickadee, for which I had no idea what I was doing with when I sewed him, but turned out, I believe, with a swollen, fat headed early spring sort of charm anyway.
Oh, little fat head. I can't tell if you are actually a chickadee or just a long legged penguin.
I took these photos on top of my library book shelf (we must keep our library books separate from the general population, otherwise chaos ensues). For some reason I have some books, Train Boy and Flower Girl (some early dolls I made for the childs) in a cage and a painting girl child made a few months ago behind. Boy child just brought home the bird house from a crafty playdate with a few of his school mates.
See the birdie mock the little caged human types.
The redeeming feature of this chickadee is his legs and feet. Though I know they are far from perfect, they really do hold up the fat guy and even can grasp a branch.
Alas he cannot fly and will have to make due with alternative means of transport.
Though I've called this one a prototype, who knows when I will get time to make an improved companion. I have another little chickadee project on the go, though, and a couple of 'how to sew birds' books coming in on interlibrary loan so I can start getting a grasp bird design. The next chickadee, whenever he appears, will have some serious alterations. Still, his feet make me smile.