I’m at the Rancho visiting Teej & R this weekend. Forgot to pack the knitting needles I needed for finishing Katie’s birthday present. Luckily, TJ thought to dig out a couple of old wooden skewers which, once whittled and sanded, became double-pointed needles extraordinaire.
En route to discovering the perfect pattern for this project, I wandered through several knitters’ and crotcheters’ blogs. Like most serious hobbyists, these guys are fairly whacked: unnaturally cheerful, and so focused on the wonders of needlework that they seem oblivious to other of life’s eccentricities.
“Your doll dress is so pretty! I love it. I used to crochet dresses for these dolls, too. I still have one but my rabbit pulled all the hair off when she was looking for bedding during her false pregnancy.”
Here’s the hedgehog before assembly and after, as modeled by Teej.
I am shocked. I grieve.
Katie received her hedgehog today. This is what she wrote:
“Who got a bevy of wondrous presents … a delightful knitted guinea pig.”
Forgive me, dearheart. It’s just that we so recently talked about my latest guinea pig’s (Harper) demise (on my boithday) and whether we could bury the booties you knitted for it along with the deceased. Then I talked to you about the acquisition of our new guinea pig, Hattie. Plus, I’m old and blind and not very bright neither.
It’s a sensational green hedgehog and I thank you very sweetly.