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Chelle, you almost didn’t get your owl pillow.  As I was packaging it up to send it your way yesterday, the Big Boy wandered by and instantly became enamored with it.  In order to pry it out of his amazingly strong little hands, I promised I would make him his own pillow.  He asked specifically for a spaceship, and he asked repeatedly for it throughout the day – but I just cannot sew when the boys are awake.  No sewing gets done.  But some sketches got done…

Rocket sketch

Bedtime came, and I sat down to my sewing machine (and watch the election results come in).  I actually could’ve finished this rather quickly, I think, but I found myself not sewing as I was watching the TV.

I’m not too happy with the shape of the rocket pillow.  If there is ever a need to make another one, I would exaggerate a lot of the details more – I thought I was exaggerating plenty on this one, but see how you can barely see the difference between the bottom of the rocket (orange with red circles) and the top of the flames (yellow with orange circles)?

rocket softie

I also think the top of the rocket is too pointy.  I would round the shape much more… see?  I really should’ve made a prototype.

rocket softie

And here’s the finished product in all its glory…

rocket softie

That’s the Big Boy driving the rocket – see?

Big Boy detail

And Daddy came along for the ride!

Hubby detail

I didn’t get to measure the finished product, but the rocket ship (including the flame) is over 2 feet tall.  The best part of the whole thing was watching the Big Boy’s face as he saw his rocket shipon the couch waiting for him this morning.  He talked non-stop: “My rocket ship! Momma, you made this for me?  Thank you!  Oh, I love it! She’s my best friend – her name is Chicaga the Airship.  Look at her blast off – I’m going to blast off now, Momma… 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… BLAST OFF!”  He and Chicaga (I have no idea where that came from – the way he said it sounded like “Chicago” but with an “a” at the end) blasted around the room countless times – and it was rarely away from his side all day.  He slept with it at naptime, and he’s now cuddled up to it for the night.

rocket softie

sigh… I love being a Momma.


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