Scrap Owl

little scrap owl

Please be gentle he is only small and made from scraps of fabric. But he is my little owl, from my little doodles and paintings and I love him. His back is a scrap of my favourite Old Navy jeans, that fought the good fight but died none the less. I acquired the other scraps from Dunelm the other day much to M's disgruntlement at following me around while I looked at kitcheny things and fabrics. I didn't really intend to buy any fabrics just to have a look around, I asked for a few samples though to have a play with but I haven't really got the skills to do a great deal with fabrics and I dare not buy anything nice in fear of ruining it with my less than stellar sewing skills.

The little Owl is only tiny maybe 2 and a half inches tall (can't be bothered to find a measuring tape at the moment. Its really a test run as I really want to make H a wheat/lavender bag for his bed, the one he has now is old and store bought, if I can't make it myself I may have to call upon one of my crafty friends who are far better at sewing than I am.

a closer look... his eyes are made from vintage black buttons (thanks Vintage Violet)

My sewing skills are improving slowly, not enough to be able to get a sewing machine and I don't know what the hell most of the paraphernalia is in fabric shops, but that doesn't normally stop me when I want to figure something out for myself. And I'm lucky enough to have some lovely blogging friends to help me when I get myself into a muddle, again.

owl got back... scrap of my old navy jeans

The decorator is here to paint the living room so it can be a real living room and get our house that bit closer to being a real home. I really should be tackling painting the kitchen and not blogging but I rather not make a fool of myself with my untidy wall painting antics, at least not in front of the decorator anyway. I paint pictures messily enough no one wants to see me tackle walls, and especially not ceilings. Pictures of the house soon I promise when there are a few things to look at and not cringe about.

p.s. I miss Old Navy