This is Smoosh.
I made him as a reward to myself in the middle of all the garment-sewing and drafting that have been going on recently. Too much clothes-sewing is bad for one's health, is my mantra. Winter is hard. I often feel like there's nothing to do other than sew. And I hate feeling like I am obliged to do something simply because there are no better alternatives. I've decided that people who live in Minnesota are ridiculously stoic. Never mind that we are in constant danger of frostbite or being fashion disasters in the name of "staying warm". We are not supposed to complain about the weather (because the only logical response would be something like, "Well, go live somewhere else, then.") And since I voluntarily chose to live here over sunny, tropical Singapore, I have even less reason than anyone else to be disgruntled. So, masochistic tendencies notwithstanding, I suck it up and try to survive till summer. And in the meantime, I drown my sorrows in the pool, the treadmill, my barrel of Vitamin D pills, and the wretched, overworked sewing machine.
But I digress.
We were talking about Smoosh.
Smoosh is a hedgehog.
As bunnies are to Kate, and bears to Jenna, so hedgehogs are to Emily.
I don't have a lot to say about Smoosh except that he was fun to make.
And that if I were a baby, I'd be motivated to gnaw on his little round nose.
And repeatedly poke his belly.
And smoosh him.
Yes, like that.
No plans to turn this into a tutorial or pattern or whatever. The templates are somewhere in the house, but I don't know where. All I remember is that I drew them on random advertisement flyers I found in the recycling bin. Winter does that to my brain.