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Remember the super sized amigurumi dog I made from the ‘Edward’s Menagerie Dogs’ book?
Well, I’ve made her a baby.
Actually, this is the ‘standard sized’ dog – there is a smaller one which I might attempt one day although I suspect it might be a bit fiddly and, anyway, I quite like this size.
This time I didn’t take any chances with the placement and used things to mark where I wanted to put the eyes and nose. I used a piece of felt to mark where the nose should go and then sewed it on anyway because it looked just right to me.
I gave him some eyebrows because I love dog’s eyebrows – they make me laugh.
I also gave him a rakish grin and a pretend collar and bell so the rabbits will hear him coming.
I know I asked for advice about his Mum’s features because they are nowhere near perfect and I was going to change them but, as Professor Higgins said, ‘I’ve grown accustomed to her face’. She will henceforth be known as Eliza – if anybody should ask.
Anyway, I have two dogs under my belt now – things can only get better – I’m going for the English Bull Terrier next.
As you know, I recently finished the divine Eastern Jewels blanket. I’ve worked out that I probably have enough yarn left in some of the colours to make another one with the purchase of just 5 or 6 more balls. Hooray!
But not yet.
Firstly, I have another project up my sleeve. I was tempted by my favourite wool shop who sent me the object of my desire in their lovely tote bag.
The pattern is by Emma Varnam in Scheepjes River Washed and Stone Washed yarns and came as a kit.
A small photo of my instructions which came with the yarn but you can see the whole beautiful, ripply blanket on Emma’s blog here.
It’s very lovely but what really
tipped me over the edge tempted me were the teeny balls of wool in their own box which, together with three 50g balls of cream coloured Scheepjes Stone Washed yarn included in the kit, will make the blanket.
Be still my heart.
Fifty fabulous little 10g balls of wool. Trouble is, they look so cute in their box, I don’t want to open it. I might have to buy another one and hang it on the wall but that would be the work of a crazy woman. Wouldn’t it?