the making of pennie monster, continued...

I finally started on my Month of Softies submission last night. I drew my little monster and cut out the pattern. Then I had all night to think/dream about what to make her out of. I stood in my supply room this morning looking through piles of old fabrics and quilt tops and what not and decided on a set of little bowtie quilt squares. I know these are seriously vintage because I have repro fabrics with the same cottonball/popcorn print. The squares are hand pieced and meticulously pressed. It almost seems a shame to use them this way, but there are only four in this particular set and this set is only one of hundreds I have in my collection. And besides, I think little Pennie Monster deserves to have a little heritage.

Here she is this afternoon, just before I sewed the squares together.



Here she is this evening, face almost finished.



She says she has a piercing headache just behind her right eye. I told her it should start to feel better in just a little while.

Here she is beyond giddy that her headache went away.



Logan insisted on posing with his new friend Pennie. He's been working really hard on making goofy faces for the camera. Just in time for the wedding. Thank goodness, because you know, I was worried.



Logan also suggested she needed ears, a belly button and a "'gina like you, Mom." I just about passed out from trying not to laugh at the last suggestion. I told him little monster dolls don't need girl parts and then he asked, "Is she a boy?" He's to the point where he realizes there is some sort of difference between girls and boys.

L: Momma, I have a penis. Does Aunt Misty have a penis?
M: No, boys have penises and girls have vaginas.

L: Oh. Does Aunt Katie have a penis?
M: No.

L: Momma?
M: Yes Logan?

L: Boys have penises and girls have 'ginas.
M: Yes, that is correct.

We have this conversation about once a week. I can't wait until it goes away. I need to recuperate for when Caleb hits this stage. Then I'll need to recuperate and gear up for the birds and bees talk (eek).

Anyway, back to Pennie. She started complaining of a sharp, radiating pain originating round about her rear end. I told her to just give it time.



Wouldn't you know it, just as soon as her posterior pain subsided, up came a new and more painful brand of headache. Poor Pennie cannot catch a break!



About the time Pennie was finished up and ready for her debut, Caleb woke up from his nap anxious to meet her.



Caleb loves her hair. It is just right for looping little fingers through. And the baring of the belly? That's his code for "I'm ready to sit on the toilet."