So, remember those elephants I cranked out earlier this year for babies? I just mailed off one more…and over Christmas, I will be knitting another three, due to specific requests by parties who will remain anonymous (they want them for gifts).
Yes, I could have knitted a different gift for this last one. But…the pattern is kind of perfect. It’s fun to knit, avoiding the seaming hell of most knitted toy patterns. It has enough interest to keep me paying attention through leg and a leg and an arm and an arm. It’s freaking adorable. And—and this one is more important than you might think, unless you page through books of baby patterns on the regular—it’s gender-neutral.
I am a victim of my own success. I am repopulating the knitted fields of knitted Africa with my own tribe of nose-asauruses. I am vaguely considering just admitting defeat and getting the pattern tattooed onto my forearm.