Give My Head a Shake

In my quest to entertain John, I think I may have gone too far.

Feathers. Pom Poms. Pipecleaners. Glue sticks.

What you can't see are the many, many tiny eyes.

Those weird, weird toy eyes.

Creepy.
What you also can't see is me, picking dried glue off stuff.

And me stabbing myself with the sharp ends of the pipecleaners.

And me still picking up stray feathers.

And bits of paper.

And stickers.

But we had fun.