One eye on darkness, one eye on light, the pendulum of his bushy tail guide...

A ball of old clothes, shredded, gathered, a fluff ball, stitched, loved, a...

The tiny scrap of pink doesn’t stretch. No matter how much I stuffed him,...

The fine cream cotton stretches with no limits, displaying everything I fil...

The peach fabric she’s made is so elastic, there is no end to what it can...

He was big softy to begin with. He changed by the slightest touch, so I fol...

The trim positioned on his head, stiff and rigid, keeps his head collected,...

Frightened often, Patrick hardly had time to recover. He could have, but de...

First there was an irregular orange scarp I scrunched and stitched into the...

“Hey, do you have a napkin, I just had lunch at the park,” says Drusill...