I could while away the hours, conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain.
And my head I'd be scratchin' while my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.Although the Scarecrow did at least have a head even if it was full of straw! Way back in March, I was enticed to place a Knitpicks order with the lure of 40% off sock books... I also thought that I would treat myself to Mr. Foster, but he was sold out. Imagine my delight when I found him back in stock with a bigger wardrobe. (I bought the kit without his dressing gown and PJs, so I may have to buy the separate pattern, too.) He jumped right into my cart without any coaxing at all!
Over the past few weeks I have been working away at him whenever I have a few moments. Tonight he received his heart transplant, but he is still waiting on his head and face... Although the headless zombie monkey had fun "attacking" Older Son... "Mom - you're so weird! But I love you anyways."