Uh-oh. This little fella should be cuddly but unfortunately he turned out freaky. I've seen so many people making softies for toy society and softies for mirabel I was inspired to give it a go myself. The whole process felt really strange to me I couldn't stop thinking of Mary Shelley's Frankenstein and all the various movie adaptations of the text. I'm certainly not going to give this little fella to some disadvantaged child - but what is the etique here. Now that he is stuffed can he be taken apart? Is transplanting the toy-fill the same as an organ transplant? If I do take him apart - what does that say about my attitudes to things or people that aren't [warning - yucky word coming] "normal". Do toys really come alive after dark when we're all sleeping?
I'll certainly be giving softie making another go - but next time I'll hire the DVD Pinocchio first so I'm in a better frame of mind.