I was up half the night Saturday screen printing my new zombie art (by the talented Scott) on small teal squares of fabric. There is something so satisfying about this process. Burning the screen without flaws, and then repeating it over and over again. Watching the fabric soak up the ink. I spent a long time being the world's crappiest and laziest silk screener, but now I love the sight of my solarium covered in drying canvas.

The prints were the front of my new zombie "dolls". Jeff says they are just tiny pillows, and he is prolly right. Dolls, tiny pillows, whatever. They have been a dream of mine since I saw the art that Scott created for me.

Then yesterday, my sister and I battled four kids and piles of holiday ebay posting (hers) to sew and stuff these little guys. We only got 6 made, but it was so much fun. We argued a bit about how to do it, but once I convinced her my way was right, we laughed our butts off making these. The result is a tiny pile of zombies. Three of which we actually made into Xmas tree ornaments. It got late and all of kids wanted to sleep, so she packed up her sewing machine and took the rest of my little brain-eaters home with her to finish for me. I am seriously afraid of sewing, but seeing the finished product all piled up makes me want to get a sewing machine.

Then this morning, I found Rachel gathering all the little guys up. She, too, is addicted to them. When I tried to take them from her she screamed, "Bombies! No! Me!" Bombies indeed. Now she keeps looking around the house for the pile of bombies. It makes me want to mass produce them so that I have piles and piles for her to carry around the house.

Rachel gets caught gathering the bombies:

Rachel is mad after I try to take the bombies away:

Anyway, that is the story of how the bombie was born. I added them to the shop, and will also have some at my upcoming shows. These guys are such a group effort between Scott, my sister and I. It is like I have my own little production team. Thanks to you guys!

Oh and inspiration from Heidi Mypapercrane's tiny nurse dolls, one of which I carried throughout my pregnancy.