Monday, July 14, 2014

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.




Friday, July 4, 2014

Happy Fourth of July!

My boys thought I'd like this firework. We'll see . . . 


Happy Fourth of July, to you robots and humans alike!!!

Friday, June 27, 2014

Mishap




So I had a bit of a mishap (let's just say I was saving a baby from a rabid robotic bear . . . or something), and robot production has temporarily slowed to a halt. Once I can remaster the stairs--or stand--watch out, world!

Monday, June 16, 2014

Meet Bullseye


At only 5 1/2" tall (and 4 1/2" from nose to tail), Bullseye is the perfect pony . . . faithful, friendly and never filthy. He's named after the horse Bullseye in Toy Story--not so much because of his physical appearance, but more because of the friendly, good-natured spirit he embodies.




Reassembled using a Ceylon Breakfast Tea container body, tea strainer head, silverware handle ears, chain mane and tail, and clock part legs.

 

Sunday, June 15, 2014

To All You Dads




And, thanks, Dad, for my drill press and my extra sturdy closet shelves. I would have been working out of my bedroom for all these years without you.


Saturday, May 31, 2014

Page 48

Today is my dad's 71st birthday, and what better way to say "Happy Birthday" than with a robotic representation of his favorite page from one of his favorite books? (And, yes, the pencil sharpener does indeed work.)

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Octopi

Itty bitty octopi!  The "big" one is about two inches tall.  The smaller one is less than 3/4 inches.

Note the little suction cups on the underside of the big one's legs!


Here's my theory on the little one: he's a rare four-legged octopus. His parents are hoping the other four legs will sprout at some point. And, of course, like all good parents, they love him anyway.