But who is the Turkey?
I saw this turkey craft at Bella Dia and immediately envisioned it on the Thanksgiving table. What cuteness, what family goodness, what bragging rights…what a mess!
I invited a friend and her son over for dinner and to get in on the crafty fun. We talked up the project to the kids, traced their hands and I want to type that we had a loving conversation about all we were grateful for while humming kumbaya but it very quickly turned into a grumpfest of epic proportions. The kids were running around banging objects with vigor and warning bells went off in our heads fairly early that this was not going to be the simple craft we originally thought.
Their hands were at once so pudgy and so small. We traced and my friend started sewing the little hands, like sides together, while I worked on cutting life sized turkey feathers out of the felt. An aside, did you know you can get eco-fi felt made from post-consumer plastic bottles? Messed up crafts for the Earth!
Here is the first frog turkey:
So this one was abandoned and we moved on to plan B, sewing but not turning the turkeys inside out. But imagine in the meantime kids doing kid stuff (pandemonium) + craft-frustrated moms with short tempers. I’m just thankful it’s over.
The potato bar helped sooth all frayed nerves. That’s right, dinner at my house is first class all the way. Butter AND sour cream baby.
We went with bigger hands and managed to construct the wonkiest birds this side of Thanksgiving.
And for comedic value here is a comparative between the talented Miss Dia’s Turkey and ours:
Yeah. They can’t all be beauties.
Happy Thanksgiving friends!
Keep on Truckin’ Turkin’ ,