2 posts tagged “pocket”
Do you walk in your kitchen and see a sight like this? I think someone has decided that waiting for mom to fix lunch doesn't always provide the quick sugar high you can get by doing it yourself.
This little duck had thoughts of her own as well. I started to work a pattern in, but she gave me a look. Funny, sometimes I wonder if I'm the artist or if the animals direct what's going on.
She's now on the front of the little pocket below. When I finished, I laughed because it looked like a little frog mouth to me and I hadn't even planned it. Others around here thought it looked a bit like a cat or cookie monster, but whichever it is, it certainly has a face! The pocket is just the right size for gift cards, money, gift certificates for massages or doing the dishes, whatever you fancy. It will also snuggly hold a travel sized tissue package.
I was cutting out a pattern for something else when this pocket appeared from the scraps. It had such a cute shape that I just had to whip it up. The mini pocket on the front was still calling out for something though, so I
found a picture waiting in my head to come out...the little quail. I think he has a bit more attitude than I thought he did before I drew him though.
My dad used to have a little quail (later he thought it may have been a grouse, they look like twins) that followed him around through his orchards. Dad would dig around the roots of the trees to add gypsum to enrich the soil. While he did this, the quail would watch from a hidden vantage point until he could no longer contain himself. Suddenly, he would dart from cover and viciously attack the "evil shovel", clucking and ruffling his feathers. Dad would jump back, surprised, and then realizing that it was "his" little quail, set the menacing iron aside until the little creature settled down.
We never figured out whether the little one thought that the tree was being harmed or the action of the shovel itself was just too nervewracking, but the quail made his wishes known when Dad worked in the orchard.
