Henrietta. She was a labour of love, being the world's most complicated knitted toy and all, but I am pleased to say I think the degree of difficulty is evident in her finely sculpted form.
She's got 9 different body parts (not counting the end of her nose) and 3 garments (which is more than I can manage some days and you can forget about colour coordination).
She is also my first toy to feature plastic joints (count 'em there's 5), which I am pretty ambivalent about. Amy is dead impressed Henrietta can turn her arms and legs and head all the way round, so I guess it isn't all bad, but you just can't cuddle like you can with a squishy toy.
I've already started knitted critter two, but you'll have to stay tuned for details.
I am also kind of obsessed with these acorn type things that are all over the ground in a nearby park. There's something about their stripes and colours that strikes me as totally surreal. I sound like I'm tripping don't I? I could stare at them all day, wondering about the way each one is different to the last and yet so utterly acornish.
There are a few of nature's gifts that do in my head like this - the flowers on the passionfruit vine are another. Their form and colour is so incredibly complex, so mathmatical and precise and yet each one is slightly different, slightly off. It just seems like they are too amazing and perfect to be made in their thousands by a bunch of pant genes, by accident. Yeah I know I sound like a nutter but I can so easily get lost in these contemplations. Do you?
And the gorgeous Amy sent me these for no good reason at all except that she wanted to go spreadin' some love. Isn't she just the best? The striped bag has been carrying Henrietta-in-the-making around and now has my new project in it. I just love the fabric to bits. And the coaster is on my desk keeping my mug from leaving yet another grubby ring on some important piece of paperwork. Some great colours! Thanks so much Amy you are too too kind!
The last whiplash has finished for round 1 and I am really disappointed with myself for not entering any. I just felt, well, kind of intimidated about it. I know that's silly, but it all seemed so scary and hard. I seem to spend my life telling other people not to be intimidated and to just give things a go and here I am confessing to craft-fright. I can hardly believe it! Now I'll just go over and stand in the silly-billy corner.