Today's post features my crochet mascot, "Duck". I say "my" but he doesn't really belong to me though I suppose you could say he's adopted me!
He was given to his real owner over sixty years ago. The two were immediately inseparable and did everything together.
|"Me and The Boy"|
|"Me and The Boy again" - pics from my early years - c 1952|
But after a few years of constant companionship with his boy, crisis struck in Germany when the boy's mother decided that "Duck", having been well-loved and therefore having become slightly scruffy, was no longer persona grata and should be consigned to a bin in Cologne, where the family was living at the time. But "Duck", (he has no other name), had become rather important to his 5-year old owner and so a serious sit-in was staged where they both sat at the foot of the rather grand set of stairs of the house they lived in and refused point-blank to budge until a reprieve was forthcoming.
Luckily for both Duck and boy, it was! And although he subsequently spent well over fifty years in a tin trunk while his boy grew up and travelled the world, he has never looked back. He emerged from obscurity a couple of years ago whereupon he made it clear he didn't didn't think much of life in a trunk and wanted to live a little.
So he came to stay with me, initially for surgery, because having lived quite a rough and tumble life in his early years and being made of felt over sixty years old, he needed a few repairs. He now proudly sports several patches, two entire sleeve / wing grafts as well as a cardboard stent in his neck. Surgery has given him a whole new lease of life and he's discovered that he is Into Crochet. As a result he's ended up staying and has become, as I say, a sort of crochet mascot.
He has a big and ebullient (sometimes even belligerent) personality, (as is only fitting for a duck who has had a reprieve from an ignominious end), and he has Very Clear, and sometimes dare I say it? Prejudiced, Ideas about what goes as far as my hooky adventures are concerned. He likes blankets (which he erroneously believes are made exclusively for his benefit!); he does not like what he calls itsy bitsy projects and mutterings are heard from him every time I start anything like this, although I remain undeterred. He is acquisitive of yarn and likes to surround himself with my latest purchases while he dreams of "his" next blanket! If I am a bit slow off the mark he has been known to pick up the hook himself although fortunately he has hitherto been caught hook-handed before he has done too much "helping"!
The sewing machine is also a source of fascination to him and I came back from London one day to find him happily ensconced with this too!
Does anyone else have a crafty mascot? Would love to know I am not the only crazy one!
Here are a few pics from his album - all taken over the last year as and when occasion presented.
He wanted me to include all his pics but I said there were too many which made him sulk but I think he's recovered now and he is very excited about appearing in this post!
I hope he makes you smile - as he does me!
|"Trying out my first blanket and contemplating life out of a trunk. I recommend it!"|
|"Mrs T, you need to sew in the ends, you know!"|
|"I don't think you've made this quite big enough. In my opinion it needs at least another six inches."|
|While the cat's s away.... ! |
"Too good an opportunity to miss - she never normally lets me near this!"
|"Is that an egg I see?"|
|"Eight eggs?!! I hope you aren't expecting me to incubate these - I'm not a penguin you know!"|