3KCBWDAY2 - Eskimimi Knitting and Crochet Blog Week Day Two

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."

"I'll help!"

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!"