Barry was away in Las Vegas and has returned. It’s nice to have him back. It was strange to be in the apartment by myself. I was fairly productive while he was away. I made a koala named Klauss. Klauss is a big boy at 17 inches! He is right at home in this tree! Unfortunately, it’s not a Eucalyptus tree, it’s a ficus. Klauss is newly listed in my shop.
Time for a koala joke….
Q: What does one have to do to be in the Australian Olympics?
Hee. Hee. Hee.
I also made a few foxes. Their names are Finnegan and Francis. When we were up on the roof, the foxes and koala got acquainted and did a little sunning and then had a bit of a cuddle fest and a hedgehog even joined in the party!When I was about to go up to the rooftop, (our apartment is 3 floors and we are on the 2nd) I said to Barry, “I hope nobody sees me up there!” Well, as I was taking a few photos, my landlord Kirk, appeared with two potential tenants. I felt a bit embarassed. I mean, I love making softies and I love what I do, but I don’t really know how strangers feel when they see a grown woman with four stuffed animals wrapped in her arms. I pondered it and decided that I don’t really care what others think of me, and that I need to embrace my passion and talent. So, I am officially declaring that I make softies, plush or stuffed animals and I am proud of it! There, I said it, I’m “out” in West Hollywood. I feel much better now.