Last week I mentioned that my daughter spends a lot of time carrying our chickens around. I worried that she might start dressing them soon if I didn't get her a doll. Clever Tara suggested that I make her a chicken doll and I thought that was such a good idea I sat down yesterday and did just that.
She's a very simple chicken, made out of some garage sale fabric and scraps of felted wool. Her eyes are antique shoe buttons. I stuffed her with polyfil from an old pillow I had put through the washing machine. (I always think washing pillows in the machine is a good idea, but it never is...)
I took her outside to show the girls and got this reaction:
I call that the "whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis?" look.
Poor stuffed chicken was shunned by the flock.
But the girl seems to like her, and that's all that really matters.
And if she wants to dress this chicken, that's just fine.
My boys liked the chicken too but inform me that she also needs eggs, a cracked open egg, and some chicks. And some more chicken friends. And a duck. (which will probably also require eggs, a cracked open egg, ducklings, and more duck friends)