So, a few months ago I made some felt gnomes, which you can see here, and some felt fairies, which you can see here. The only problem? My dog ate them. I just didn’t do my homework, the dog really did eat each and every one, save for the blue fairy my son took to his room and set on the windowsill. She didn’t eat them all at once, she was methodical about her murderous ways, one. at. a. time. They were each sitting on our nature table, and while the rest of us were busy getting a restful night of sleep, she swiped them, chewed them, and left them in a pile of wood and felt mess in front of the door.
We were sad. And I had no desire to remake them anytime soon. BUT, my nieces birthday was yesterday, so in light of trying to make most gifts homemade this year I decided to send her a family of felt fairies and gnomes. If you are looking for the pattern to these adorable little creatures, look no further than here for the gnomes and here for the fairies.
Here is the whole family. I want one for myself. Not sure I want to start on a whole new family at this moment!
I tucked them all into a bag that something from Target came in, I can’t remember what that something was, a pillowcase, sheets, something of that nature, but it made the perfect bag for a little girl who also has a doggie that may prove dangerous to such a family.
And just in case you are thinking to yourself, “How the hell does she have time to do these crafts while keeping the rest of her world together?”, this photo is for you. This is the mess my kids, and that murderous dog, made in my bedroom while I was cutting and gluing and sewing my little gnomes and fairies. Every single cushion from our couch is in there, plus the mattresses they have been sleeping on the last few days, plus a whole pile of clean towels from the bathroom and a bunch of pieces of paper they made into a campfire and roasted real marshmallows and chocolate squares over.
So yes, I craft, but don’t think that doesn’t mean some other disaster is being made in the house while I am doing it. Cause it is. And, there was also an injury along the way:
I had just glue gunned one of the bodies of the gnomes, dropped it, went to grab it before it burned our carpet, and ended up with a swath of glue on my finger. As I peeled the glue off, part of my skin came with it. So in all reality crafting with children in the house is not all sunshine and lollipops, without a little pain and mess.
This, just in case you thought I was wonder woman or something, and you are a miserable failure cause you can’t do it ‘all’. Wonder woman does not exist.