Fuzzy's Cousin - Wuzzy

My kid is weird. I guess all kids are a little weird....and I'm not saying weird is bad, it can just be a little hard sometimes. And as I write this, I'm having a little flash back to a something I used to say as an adolescent - "I'm not weird, just different". Guess apple doesn't fall as far from the tree as I thought.

Here's the story. My daughter Kate and her best little kindergarten friend S - both ended up with coats this winter that have that little fake fur fringe on the hood. When I went to pick her up the other day, the fur thing was off, as was S's and they were playing with them. Apparently they had also named them. Fuzzy is Kate's and S's I'm not sure of, but it's either a cousin to Fuzzy, or Fuzzy's mother.

I don't know why this drives me nuts. More likely because it's just one more thing I have to keep track of i.e did it make it home from school? Is it in the car? Didn't I just make my fingers bleed trying to button and snap that damn thing back on to her coat 6 times last week?

And then there's that creepy way she pets it while riding in the car. It's the fringe to your jacket girl! It's not a pet!

So when I was at the fabric store last week (I pretend that I sew.. mostly I just make messes, break needles and curse alot at my machine)- I saw this great fuzzy fleece stuff. The kind that leaves lots of little fuzzy fleece hair peices when you cut it - that part of it is not great. But I got all ramped up with the idea to make a 'real' Fuzzy. Or as I am calling him 'Wuzzy' - you know, Fuzzy's other cousin. I got these animal eyes and a little nose... and it will be legit! And since you're not allowed to take toys to school - I will not have to suffer the embarrassment of my strange child petting a fake fur friend during recess or whatever. (I'm kidding - I'm not really embarrassed.. that much.)

AND side note - fuzzy fleece stuff - HIDES all crappy sewing stitches! Yes! This is my kind of fabric.

So here is Wuzzy curled under the tree - awaiting the morning when he'll meet his little girl.

Wait, did I say my child was weird?