bush baby
Twenty-five years ago, while weeding the craft section at the library, I came across a book on making stuffed animals and remembered how fun it was to make simple ones as a kid. Since the book was set to be discarded anyway, I took it home with me. The patterns aren't the greatest, but the instructions are clear, so it wasn't a horrible book to start on.
The first, or maybe second, animal I made out the book was a bush baby, about six inches tall and a very simple pattern; I've long since lost track of it. It didn't come out very well; I've never been sure if the problem was my lack of skill or deficiencies in the pattern, but I've long suspected it was a combination. I have now made another one (below), which is proof that it was indeed both. I've improved a lot in twenty-five years, so this new one is pretty cute, but it's not what I want for the project I have in mind.
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comments. Comments welcome here or there.
The first, or maybe second, animal I made out the book was a bush baby, about six inches tall and a very simple pattern; I've long since lost track of it. It didn't come out very well; I've never been sure if the problem was my lack of skill or deficiencies in the pattern, but I've long suspected it was a combination. I have now made another one (below), which is proof that it was indeed both. I've improved a lot in twenty-five years, so this new one is pretty cute, but it's not what I want for the project I have in mind.
Crossposted from dreamwidth, where there are
comments. Comments welcome here or there.