Monday night, yes, the eve of Valentine's day, I was hopping from toy store to toy store in search of plush turtles. My boys have a fondness for those turtles, even though their father recently shared the 'turtles have bacteria' information. Now, you say "turtle" and they say "bacteria". Kind of like a football cheer.
When I realized the turtle plushie market had been tapped in this area, my mind began doing what my mind does often. It starts to roll and build and imagine. It's like a snowball going down a mountain, with me inside. Sometimes, I just can't help myself. And besides, I'm the world's second best procrastinator behind my Dad. Thoughts of turtles, small, pillow like, maybe puppet? No, too hard. Crochet? Could I make enough crochet hexagons? No. Felt? Do I have enough? I do have the leftovers from Christmas plus that fleece. Stop. Shop at lunch tomorrow. Decided. I will buy them something.
I was cleaning up my studio (aka basement) and found some half done monster purses. One was a purse that was just too big and clumsy. I had reworked the handles twice and it still hadn't sold. I had been thinking that it would be a cute pillow. So, I rolled some batting I had to see what it would look like.
Big Boy wanted it. That is when the light bulb turned on. That is the gift! I'll make him a monster pillow. I talked him into making his own drawing and we would work on them tomorrow when they got home from school. BB spent a long time working on his picture. Labeling all the colors, many, many colors. Little Man got in on the fun and was drawing Darth Vader and light sabers (ugh) and I complemented him on it, because that is what Mom's do. Creativity shall never be negative.
And, do you think they liked them? See for yourself.
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