Here are the little "felties" that I've been working on this month. We are just about finished with this project...two more to go. Hope to get them all finished by Thanksgiving weekend, when we decorate for Christmas. Oh, I've had so much fun doing these. They don't require any talent...just being able to do a running stitch with a needle. The fun is selecting the colors of felt and the contrasting threads to decorate them with. I used a bit of paint for small things, like eyes once in a while.
While I've been making felties for me....I decided that our friends at Neighbors rehab. in Byron would like some too. Our Church helps out with BINGO....the favorite game of the residents. They are always in need of prizes. I hadn't donated anything in quite a while and remembering how much a small prize meant to my Dad years ago....I decided to donate a few. Sometimes just a little trinket can make some one's day. I made these and bagged them in little cello bags....tied with jute and boxed them up. I'll take them over to Church later.
After the last two are made....what will I do? I haven't really decided yet. Christmas will be here and I know that I'll be busy with one thing or another. I may try a felt garland for Valentine's Day.
Cold and blustery for Halloween. Poor kids.....hope their mom's dress them warmly. The first Halloween costume I remember was a hobo. It wasn't hard to be a hobo. Just some old clothes and a piece of coal to dirty my face and hands. A red farmer's hanky at my neck and one of Dad's old hats. We fashioned a stick with a kerchief sack on one end.....supposedly for my lunch. There....that was it. I was never a fairy princess or a Disney character. We didn't have much in those days and really no one had a store bought costume. I don't even remember if they had them in stores. Costumes that are homemade are always the best.
I have a little story to tell....my little girl was such a tiny one for so long. The first year she had, big for her, bunny pajamas and I put little ears on her and we took her around to relatives to show them. Her second year....the bunny pajamas still fit and of course she was a bunny again. The third year...if my memory serves me right...she was a bunny again.....after some alterations from me. Her brother was growing each year and had a new costume every year. I think he was a mini hobo for a couple of years. Then 10 yrs. later, John came along, and one year he was invited to a party. He was really into robots, so he and his dad made his costume out of boxes and aluminum foil. It was a great success and he won first prize.
Well, I have to get on with things around here this morning. We haven't had breakfast and I'm trying to talk Joe into breakfast out....after all....it's a holiday. I want BOO BERRY PANCAKES.