Squeak!

It was a fairly typical day in the sewing laboratory, the creations were mooching, the knitting needles were clicking, the sewing machine was whirring, and as usual a few mild expletives passed by my lips as a result of the typical craft related injuries.

Knit, purl, stitch, stuff, repeat! I was on a roll, the knitting needles were practically smoking! But then something caught my attention. Something, or indeed someone, was tugging on my trouser leg. ‘Peculiar’, I thought briefly, but then again stranger things have happened in the sewing laboratory so I wasn’t entirely surprised. I glanced down to find there was a little knitted mouse gazing back at me.

“Well hello there little fellow, where did you come from?” I asked, already suspecting the answer. The little knitted mouse glanced in the direction of the little blue knitting case. “I should have guessed” I said with a smile. I picked him up and placed him on the shelf.

I knew exactly who should become the owner of this orphan little mouse. My 2nd cousin Sarah gave birth to her first child a couple of weeks ago, a baby boy called Ronnie. He was born prematurely but is thankfully making good progress.

The little mouse was very excited and very proud to belong to and look after little baby Ronnie. He was keen to look his best to meet his new owner and requested that I make him something smart to wear. I set about making him a little blue waistcoat and red jacket.

When he was all dressed up I tucked him carefully in a box and posted him off to his new home. Congratulations on the birth of your beautiful baby, we are all wishing you both well and sending lots of love. Xx

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Jumble cat.

I know a lovely little ginger tabby cat called Jumble, who is owned by a lovely little girl called Josephine.

It was Josephine’s birthday a couple of weeks ago, and when I asked her what she would like she asked if I could make her a little knitted version of her Jumble cat, so I did.

Knitted Jumble

Jospehine was so thrilled with her knitted Jumble Cat that she gave me the biggest most squeeziest hug I have ever had (boa constrictors would have a hard time squeezing harder!) and ran off to play with him.  She takes him every where with her, and has even cleared out a drawer in her bedside table to make a bedroom for him, complete with his own toys, and a bed made from toilet paper and a flannel.

Knitted Jumble Cat makes himself at home.

Bless!