I decided our youngest granddaughter
needed a little something more
from grandma's little sewing sweat shop...
The pattern writer wrote,
"He's a stout little chap with a touch of dare devil
bubbling away just under the surface.
He knows the only place he can truly fly is under the waves
but it's in the sky that his dreams of flight really live.
One day he just might soar like an eagle...like every boy dreams of doing."
After two days of fine stitching, knitting, stuffing
and generally just pulling out my hair...
In the end...
I decided Fly Boy is too delicate for play
and whipped up something more child proof.
Sorry Fly Boy...you were destined to be a shelf sitter.
~b is for (red) Baron