And…um…here they are?
This was my crazy project of hot glue and leaves and the staying up all night:
Baba Yaga‘s Hut
There’s a funny story behind those Chicken Feet.
Cooked for six hours in the oven and coated in decoupage,
but very real.
I walked into an Asian Market and asked if they carried chicken feet.
(you know, like you do)
The gentlemen looked at me, and said, “Shikahn Fee? Wha ah Shikahn Fee?”
I kinda made motions with my hands to indicate scratching,
“Um. They’re. You know. Chicken? Feet?”
“You draw for me.”
“OH! You mean Shikahn PAW!”
And apparently I did, because they sent me home with a dozen of them.
ps (for a sense of scale, Baba’s Hut is about two feet high by three feet wide.)
pps (In my head, it was only a couple of inches tall.)
ppps (I have no sense of proportion, people.)