Hand turkey. You know you’ve made one. And if you haven’t, well, perhaps it’s time you did.

I hadn’t really given a thought to hand turkeys for years until three days ago, when I walked into a hand turkey drawing session in my neighbor’s apartment: four, or five, thirty-somethings hovering around a single sliver sheet of poster board, in various states of tracing, or decorating, their hand turkeys with pens and black sharpies.

And these birds were awesome.

A ballerina; a punk-rock bird; one had cat paws; another with Santa boots and dollar sign bling. … (continue reading)