I love dragons.
They're such complex creatures, dragons. They breathe fire. They fly. They eat other dragons. They talk. They come in thousands of varieties and every culture has its own version. They're evil. They're good. They lie dormant for centuries and then awake to fulfill prophecies. They are heartless. They have consciences. They raze civilizations. They aid kings. They're invincible. They are vulnerable. They are targeted by knights. They make formidable battle-buddies. They befriend little boys who grow up and leave them behind.
When you make a proper dragon, you know you need to stay away from cutesy. But beyond that, you are torn between hideous-and-nightmarish and noble-and-endearing. You can't, say, make a minky dragon. Or a fluffy dragon. Or a pom-pom dragon. I mean, yes, you could if you wanted to, but you also can't, you know?
It's like there are rules in soft-toy-dom dictating that certain creatures cannot be cutesy. Like centaurs. And T-rexes. And minotaurs. True, people have crossed that line big time with pegasus and unicorns, but dragons . . . let's leave dragons safely on the side of fearsome and mighty, shall we?
So let's talk about this dragon.
Some new variations: major claws,
neck frills, wings
a tail tip,
and horns that curve if you want them to.
P.S. Anyone noticed his eyes are funky? They're not attached! I'm so silly - it's so hard to get a good dragon face that I refused to glue on (let alone pre-stitch) his eyes so I could keep repositioning them until I saw one that I liked. What's especially hilarious is how I keep losing the eyes as I lug him around the house for photoshoots. Or when the children come into the sewing room to say hello and hold him (they don't seem to care that he's dangerous) and they leave with one of his eyes hanging onto their shirt sleeve. I will eventually permanently adhere his eyes, but for now, they're sitting safely in a box on my sewing table.