Fly Boy

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