I believe you've already met some of the crow family, not sure if these were the ones. Don't tell them I said this but I can't tell all of them apart.
Then there's Flossie's pal, Mr. Bones.
He's hanging out these days by the fireplace with Owlie. He likes the candles on the mantle because they look like him.
And he's wondering why these guys are still in the candy bowl. They're supposed to be on a string of lights (their heads pop over the bulbs and they light up) but haven't made it that far yet (this is the table-runner that goes with the Halloween pillows Windham Weavers made a few years back).
I'll confess, the Logans are a little bit addicted to buying cute Halloween stuff. We just can't help ourselves. So our weird little posse of friends tends to grow each October. This cute guy is a fairly new arrival.
I have to admit I'm tempted at this point to make up a cute (and very believable) story...telling you that what I'm about to show you is a treasured relic of my childhood: something I made all by myself with teeny tiny little-girl-hands, and you could not help thinking that was adorable. "Oh look how sweet is that? A little child thought she could sew like a big girl. Isn't that cute?"
I know that it's not nearly as acceptable for a grown woman who makes her living creatively to do weird little stuff like this and not care that it's funky and sloppy. But, well...I guess blogging can be a little true-confessions-ish at times, so I'll tell you the real story instead.
The other night, curled up on the couch with the whole family watching TV, I got this weird little urge...I rummaged through the mending basket and pulled out some scraps of navy-blue velvet leftover from making my old Surtex chair-covers. I cut out a sloppy but vaguely cat-ish shape (freehand) and started madly hand-stitching it together. I dumped out the old button jar (these are OLD buttons in this jar and dumping it was a bit horrifying, as apparently some old button had disintegrated into crumbly dust and for mysterious reasons the whole jar kind of stunk...but we won't think about that right now) and managed to find 2 eyes and a nose (they don't stink, but as you can see one eye is a little crusty).
He is permanently covered with little white cat fuzz, inside and out, because Flossie was in my lap the whole time I worked on him. Alright, so everything in my house is covered inside and out with little white cat fuzz, including Underpants the Halloween Kitty.
Why is his name Underpants?
Well...not having the necessary quilty craftsy supplies at hand for this kind of thing, I dug through the rag-basket for the softest things I could find to stuff him with. Then named him after them.
Yes of course they were clean. Don't be gross.
Yeah, he could probably use whiskers (among other things). But I like him better without. I could have taken the time to dig through my studio for that box of old pillow stuffing I rescued from puppy-chewed pillows decades ago vowing to "make something with this someday". I could have drawn a pattern and cut him out more evenly, or stitched more carefully. I could have done a lot of things.
But I didn't. And Underpants is perfectly at home here with the rest of the menagerie.
So...that's just a few of the friends who come out to play this time of year. Thanks for indulging me!