Whooo, you say? He’s the newest addition of our family’s collection of stuffed animals! By “family”, I mean J’s….err…mostly mine (sorry, I just can’t throw them away! sentimentality, you know).
This post is a bit late in coming; Elliot actually joined the crew about a week ago, before the Great Flu that has since ravaged our household.
I originally saw Elliot’s cousin, Simon, at Maybe Matilda, where she recommended a Craftsy workshop that teaches you how to create your own owl. I was intrigued by the offer, especially with the promise that you can learn secret methods! and time-saving tips! and brush up on your crochet! all for the low low price of $11.99! (Oh dear God, I watch WAY too many info-mercials.) The workshop really was wonderful, though, despite my OxyClean-man impersonation. Stacey from FreshStitches provides step-by-step instructions and lots of photos on how to create the body, head and all the different pieces, and then how to stitch them all together. The really neat thing is you can ask questions, and she’ll write back. You can also see what other people have asked, in case it helps you out as well. I was a bit nervous about creating a stuffie or softie, or whatever, but the instructions were very easy to follow, and all you really need to know is a Single Crochet. Heck, I even brushed up on my sewing terms – what’s a running stitch? A whip stitch? Those secret methods and time-saving tips? Got those too!
I was SOOO proud of myself for finishing it, I made this big deal out of presenting it to J. “Look honey, this is the product of mommy’s blood, sweat and tears. Won’t you just love him to pieces? PLEASE?”
After about 2 minutes of curious fascination with Elliot, he found other things to capture his attention, like the radiator,
and the camera.
A couple of things I’ve learned here.
1. J gets jealous. If I hug Elliot hard enough, he will come and steal Elliot away, hug him terribly and then drop him.
2. It’s nearly impossible for me to capture my fast moving kid in a decent photo.
This one warms my heart though, even though I think Elliot was body-slammed onto the floor about 30 seconds later.
Has J started loving Elliot more in the week that he’s been here? Not really, but here’s me hoping.