Spazzmanda

I stayed up late and finished it, I couldn’t help myself. This unbelievably cute pattern “Which Came First” was printed in the current issue of Craft Magazine. (The pattern is by Anna Hrachovec of Mochimochi, you may find the link on Ravelry HERE.) The instructions are for a 100% wool, slightly felted bird and egg- I just used some stashed Red Heart acrylic that I had on hand from some other toys I’ve made rather than rushing around to buy wool. I’m really happy with the outcome.

Man is this cute. Here is the emerging from the shell shot:

And the inside out reversible chicken, fully out of his shell

Cute and squishy. Minor modifications as follows: I used buttons for eyes instead of embroidery and I didn’t put eyes on the exterior shell, it seemed a tad… weird, so I omitted this. Someone on Ravelry made the shell like an easter egg, using some fancy fairisle and bravo to them! Mine, naturally, is plain.

I must say that I’m very pleased with the results. I find him to be a little “buff,” I don’t know how that happened, maybe I unconsciously styled him after Henry the Chicken Hawk (you know, the Looney Tunes character? Trys to catch and eat Foghorn Leghorn in spite of his miniscule size? No? Just me then?)

I know I always say this, but I do think that this is my favorite stuffed animal yet. Maybe even more fun than Sheldon, or even Baby Bobbi Bear… I know, blasphemy.

Yesterday I called Jeff and told him to throw some frozen chicken in the crock pot and pour some cream ‘o something on the top- we were having chicken and rice for dinner and I thought a head start would be nice. Now, my man is very smart, but intelligence and spending time in the kitchen with momma and grandmomma aren’t the same thing. This is his first time being exposed to some basic Crockpot cooking, and I’m more than happy to help him through it- he’ll be a pro in no time- nothing like just turning the thing ‘on’ and being done with dinner.

He did say to me “What if there isn’t any Cream of Mushroom Soup in the cabinet?”

(Snigger) Well, honey, in the south, there just always is.

His instructions were to turn the crock pot to low, thunk in the chicken and pour on soup, and no, don’t stir it.

I forgot one minor detail. Do you see it?

How about now?

I neglected to tell him to take the paper off of the back of the boneless, skinless chicken breasts. Oops.

It was still delicious, and we had a good laugh. A very good laugh. A very, very good laugh. There were some tears and knee slapping and I had to call my mom.

I sure do love my mayun- he keeps me entertained.