Making a memory...

Making a memory is what life is all about.  Today I had an appointment with one.

 

   My wonderful hubby thought bales of straw with pumpkins and mums for decorating might be rather boring.

 

He had something else in mind. 

 

Umm!  Perhaps he could use a bit of help .  

 

 

While sweetie was busy constructing arms and legs out of plastic pipe I decided to get creative . 

 

Using a pillowcase stuffed with straw I loaded a brush with acrylic ink and painted a face.  (This is definitely not my finest piece of art.) 

Since neither one of us had ever made a scarecrow we took things slowly .  With a drill and a few rivets his clothing was attached to the pipe.   The head was a bit of a challenge but with more pipe and rivets he was snuggly connected.  To keep his straw hat on I sewed it to his head.  It was a bit like working on a patient.  More straw was necessary to pad him well and to give him weight so he would not blow away.  Then to dress him up a bit gloves were attached with plastic ties to the sleeves of the shirt.   By this time he was starting to take on some character.


The garden bench seemed like the perfect place to situate him.

  Now he may not win a prize but perhaps he is a bit more interesting than a few mums and pumpkins.    Thanks for pulling up a bale of straw and taking some time to enjoy the making of a memory.    God Bless!    

  (P.S I think some bright chrysanthemums would complete this scene very nicely - umm- maybe the flower fairy will drop by tomorrow).