Wednesday, July 15, 2009
A couple of weeks ago, when I made a few wheatbags for a few birthdays, the (now) Four Sleeps Until He’s Six Kid came over all huffy and demanded to know: ‘When am I going to get stuff?’ I couldn’t argue. I hate to say it, but he does get the short end of the craft stick – you can’t go very wrong with a girly skirt and I have a fear of zips and crotches.
As this birthday looms large, I’m still guilt-ridden over his 4th birthday raw deal. We were forced to cancel his party and move a knocked-together celebration to Grandma’s house which I DIDN’T EVEN ATTEND because I was too busy with the huffing and puffing malarkey associated with the arrival of the third. Planning has never been a strong point.
In an effort to go at least part of the way to making it up to the little Mr, I have crafted him his own wheatbag. Or wheatfrog. Inspired by this dude:
With dinner included for extra six year old appeal.
Seemingly always ready with a cuddle, wheatfrog was also obliging when I suggested a test spin in the microwave:
He emerged toasty warm but dazed, confused and a little green around the gills.
Fabric by Amy Butler from Amitié, corduroy from the stash and wool felt for the detail bits.