Which is of course a joke my mother will recognize – at any Chinese restaurant the only things my kids would eat was chicken with broccoli.
It did not look like this. Alice suggested a line of stitching to set of the chicken from her background, and I love the way it looks now.
The broccoli all standing on the trays at the supermarket made me think of a forest, and contemplate for a moment what it would be like to be that small.
I am still working on the next chicken, a gold laced Wyandotte.