Scarecrow O’ Felt

I completed another aspect of my SunKins wreath: my first, bona-fide felt scarecrow head.  That may sound rather scary, conjuring up images of decapitated pumpkin heads placed on zombie scarecrows, but I assure you it is nothing of the sort.

Ahem.

At any rate, I am making another Autumn wreath with pumpkins and sunflowers.  I talk about that in more detail IN A RECENT POST.  To make the SunKins wreath more festive, I decided to make a felt scarecrow head and hang it so that it is in the middle of the wreath.  Trust me on this.

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ScareCrow Head Side One

The scarecrow head is double-sided.  I made it so that if the thing turns in the wreath, which it will probably be apt to do, you will still see the same scarecrow head.

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The other side

Or at least the head will look similar to the other side.  I did my best to make them exactly the same, being sure to use the same style of stitching throughout.  I found it difficult to do because I made a rather large blunder in stuffing the head and sewing it up before I put on any of the details!  That’s right, I had to finagle a way to sew all of the little bits (rosy cheeks, nose, etc.) onto the face without showing the tail knot of the thread.  It took some ingenuity, but I think I did a decent job.

My new hot glue gun came in mighty handy when trying to apply the pieces of raffia to make the hair.  Even with that, though, I still did not feel comfortable leaving it until I stitched the “hair” in place.  On a down-side, I did make the hat a little.. piratey.  I guess I’ll just have to call him Captain Jack Scarecrow.

Also, a side note when making any craft that requires “googly-eyes”.  Do not, I repeat.. DO NOT ever tell your husband that this is what you call them.  I spent the better part of the evening in conversations that my husband carefully laid out so that I would have to, yet again, utter the phrase “googly eyes”.  Which led to him giggling while I defensively demanded that it was, in fact, the correct term for them.  It certainly didn’t help when I misplaced them.  I wandered the small apartment asking him, “Have you seen my googly eyes?” or “Where on earth are my googly eyes?”, “I swear I had my googly eyes right here a second ago!”  And on, and on, and on.

 

 

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