The Beast got a little bit upset with me the other day.
I asked him what was wrong and through his snuffles and snotting he said that he felt neglected.
He said that when I’d made crocheted blankets in the past I took lots of photos and wrote a post all about them, liberally sprinkled with pictures. But when he was finished all I did was take a rubbish photo of him bundled up on my desk at work.
A bit like this...
I pointed out to him that I did say that I loved him a lot and that he had helped me get over my fear of colour but there was no appeasing him.
“Would it help if we did a photoshoot?” I asked
The gleam in The Beast’s eye told me that would suffice.
So I would like to present, for The Beast’s pleasure, a collage of his best bits...
[cue montage music]
The Beast would also like me to tell you about the old lady who stopped me on the street before Christmas to ask me if I had knitted The Beast myself and then proceeded to tell me all about how she was learning to crochet and that her daughter knits and that it’s very relaxing isn’t it and what sort of things did I crochet and where did I get my wool and what else did I think I was going to make etc etc
The Beast. Loved by me and Random Old Ladies alike.
Anyone else talk about their crocheted/knitted articles as if they're real people? No? Just me?