Sewing by Desperation

I haven't successfully made it downstairs to my workshop since I broke my foot.  I'm stir crazy . . . to say the least.

So I made one of my boys the "creature" I told him I make a year ago. Somehow, it took a robot turn. Imagine that.

Do you see the worry in the robot's face? It's almost as if he knows what's in store for him.