Horray for cuckoo clocks! I love them, but sadly don't have a real one of my own. So to fill the little empty cuckoo clock shaped hole in my heart, I stitched one. What else could I have done when I saw this adorable pattern? I couldn't help myself.
Hi little squirrel! Don't eat that mushroom, it might be poisonous.
Now, what to make with it? I could make a little pillow, but of course my family would proceed to sit on it and smoosh the living daylights out of it. You know how it goes. You have pretty pillows on the couch, and you, in your infinite wisdom, know how to sit with the pillows. You sit down right in front of them, being mindful not to smoosh them at a weird angle. You sit in front, and then scoot back a bit, so the pillows are nestled evenly against your back. Your precious family though, sit on the front of them and then sliiiiide forward and down, so when they get up the side view of your precious pillow looks like a deformed triangle.
Next idea; a little wall quilt. Oh yes, I will be saving my precious cuckoo clocks life, and it will be forever greatful. And I think I've got just the perfect fabrics. I'm off to go on a fabric hunt. Fun! x