On the 13th day of Christmas, I made a sheep out of felt. Again, not exclusively Christmas-y, but I just had to do it. Some of my close friends know that I have a number 13 Serta sheep that I cuddle with at night and have a strangly human relationship with (he SO talks to me in sheep language!). So in honor of my cuddly Sheepy, I had to recreate him in felt.
Here’s Sheepy with my sewing machine, Emma. Yes, I do name inanimate objects in my house and no, I don’t think you’re ever too old to have a pal to hang on to at night.