Ok, well, maybe not so super. But she’s definitely not a fox anymore.
I finished her today, and the first thing I thought was, “she’s naked.” Is this madness? I mean, it’s a stuffed animal. And, on top of that, I am an adult and this wolf can clearly not be gifted to any little children- it’s covered in buttons. If I own a stuffed wolf wearing clothes, do I automatically drop in coolness? I can’t afford to give up what little I have. I do knit in public after all, and so I’m probably well in to the cool negatives for that. On the other hand, those buttons are kind of distracting , and when she’s sitting in such an un-ladylike position . . .well, I can’t possibly leave her like that, can I?
I should probably explain here that the buttons have a purpose: she’s built like an Amish doll. I learned how to make these as a kid, so now it’s my go-to form for any kind of small, movable, people making. Which, believe it or not, I do often. Of course, this is no Amish wolf (she’s got a face, you see). Here’s a better shot:
So, if I do succumb and make her clothes, it would be a perfect way to do some stash-busting. Two options I immediately thought of were:
I was thinking I could make a solid dress out of some odd balls of alpaca I got at Root’s Market in Lancaster, or I could use that one ball of white wool that has been floating around my stash for way too long. Alternatively, I could try and make a plaid dress (kind of like the scarf pattern from Rowan 42) with some left over sock yarn. Maybe the wolf and her wardrobe will be destined for this.
I really like making these toys, I’m just going to have to make them child friendly from now on, so that they can have a purpose.
Next time: To prove I’m not such a huge dork, I’m going to write about people clothes!
And yes, that is a teeny tiny Jemima Puddle Duck button I found. The psychosis has progressed that far.