Have you tried to make Jessica Levitt's felt owl ornament? I highly recommend it. It's a hoot. Get it? A hoot! I know, lame-o. But I think it's funny. The only changes I made to her lovely pattern (found here) were to enlarge it by 25% and to use a little piece of fabric for the tummy instead of felt and ric-rac. It would be a shame for anything to leave the craft studio with out a little Full Moon Polkie on it, after all. Will I ever NOT be in love with the Full Moon Polkie? It's doubtful.
I'd like you to believe that I stitched this little hoot together snuggled into my couch on a peaceful Saturday morning with a symphony of lovely tunes floating through the air, a cup of cinnamon spice tea at my fingertips, and my kitty friend curled up by my side. But that would be a lie. In reality, I frantically stitched this little hoot together on a busy Saturday morning after I readied myself, but before Grizzly game day festivities began. While I was stitching it, I hissed at all who dared to interrupt me and growled at all who got too close. I needed to be focused. Attentive. Efficient. On task. This owl had to be put in the mail ASAP. If I did not successfully complete my mission, it would not reach my sweet mom on or before her birthday. There would be no handmade love in her gift. I couldn't have that! Yes, indeed, this was another of my infamous eleventh-hour stitching projects. Why, oh why, do I do this to myself? Can someone tell me?
I do plan on making a few more of these. Even in my heightened state of purpose, little hoot was fun to make. Hopefully the other owlies I make will be stitched in peace and tranquility. A girl can dream, right?
Have a lovely week,
Just for the record--I did teach the triplets how to make these little owls the day before I made this one. There was music playing and joy abounding. I'm not all hisses and growls. Just sometimes.