Blind Enthusiasm

Another package adventuring crosscountry and into my home.
I now have 12 of these beauties, and sit there clucking over them like a mother hen.

It is a shame I can only get hold of such tatty coyotes; though they sew up a treat it is sad to see them mangled.

My enthusiasm for creative expression vastly outweighs any skill and artistic potential I may possess. My distinct deficit of foreplanning and resources may be offset by an obscene willingness to improvise.
It does, however, mean that I have spent the evening taping plastic to a rabbit pelt, before lining it with the help of an iron and some hemming tape.