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The making of Mr.Moshi:)

The Diwali vacations are on for my children and this morning  my daughter wanted me to do something fun with her. I never say a no for doing anything creative and we made Mr.Moshi (a key chain buddy)  today!

This is how we did it.


You need felt cloth, key ring,yarn and polyfibre stuffing. (Ours came in a kit but you can easily buy all of it in a craft store)



Next we stitched the eye patch and the stomach patch on to  one piece. Then we made a loop from the long rectangular piece and passed the key ring through it. We also kept the ear pieces in before stitching all around and we left a small piece open for stuffing the wadding.




We stuffed the wadding from the side  and we used a pencil to push it all the way into the arms and legs. Then we closed him up by stitching all around.

And Lo Behold! Mr.Moshi came alive before our very eyes! :)

My daughter is delighted with him. So am I :) Now we will never misplace our keys as it's defintitely hard to miss Mr.Moshi :)

Sweet isn't it? (and a brilliant way to keep kids creatively occupied too!)

Try making your own key-chain keeper. (even if you do not have a child!).
Good fun :)
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  1. Very very cute... and def a good idea to encourage creativity in children :)

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  2. :O
    This is so adorable.. :)
    I'll make it for my mum.. :D

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  3. Your children are so darn fortunate to have a mum as u. BTW, I collect key-chains. You can see some of them up my FB account :0 How about making one for me ? ;)

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  4. Very cute Mr.Moshi...nice and creative way for your daughters smile...and a satisfaction too...

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  5. Lima: She will definitely treasure it!

    Vibhu:thank you!

    Nikhil: thank you :)

    Rajashree:Thanks a lot!

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  6. Very very cute :)love it :)

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  7. Anusha:Thanks!

    Suku:Thank you!!

    Anand: thanks a lot!

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  8. This is very creative and cute!!:)

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  9. Mr. Moshi is sho-shweet:-D!!!!

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  10. And u changed ur header, I loved ur old header......this one is nice but I cant see ur eyes;-(

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