A tall order

As already mentioned, my knitting and the resulting knitted items cause interest and curiosity amongst family, friends and colleagues.  About a year ago, the lady that I had recently started sitting next to waited for a quiet moment and enquired if I had any patterns for giraffes as they are her favourite animals.  I said I would look and a couple of days later, brought in the patterns I had found in my collection, some from the magazine I subscribed to and others from the online yarn site I use, for her to see if any suited her.  She selected the colours from one and the design of another.

When I agree to knit something for someone, unless I am mid-project, I like to try and get on with it as soon as I can.  I checked the volume of yarn required for the giraffe, made sure I had sufficient toy stuffing in stock, and ordered the colours to be used.

A word of advice for anyone else who is willing to make things for others, whatever craft or skill you employ.  Before you agree to the task, read the pattern or instructions through to make sure it does not require skills you do not have.  Guess what?  I failed to do this for the giraffe.  It was only once I had committed and ordered the yarn that I read through the pattern and found that the spots were not knitted as part of the pattern but added after completion through Swiss darning.  Are you wondering what Swiss darning is?  Essentially it is sewing over the knitted stitches in another colour yarn. Think of it like tracing over the shadow letters in your exercise book when you are learning to write at primary school.  Sounds simple doesn't it?  Well my handwriting skills far surpass my sewing skills.  Every attempt I have ever made of Swiss darning has resulted in an awful mess.  Two choices - tell the lady I could not do the giraffe for her or find some other way of adding the spots to the giraffe. What to do?

It occurred to me that when I looked at the picture of the completed giraffe I had assumed that the spots were knitted as part of the giraffe.  Well if that is how it looked, could I adapt the pattern so that they were knitted?  The Swiss darning instructions were to use the picture as the guide for putting the spots on the giraffe.  Out came the squared paper and I drew out the giraffe body from the knitting pattern.  Looking at the picture in close up, I estimated where on the body each spot was located and drew them onto the squared paper.  Once complete I reviewed the finished sketch to make sure the spots seemed balanced and not too regimented.  I know I have a tendency towards fixed and rigid order when I set things out so I fought that instinct.  Nobody wants a giraffe that looks like it has been made by a robot.

Even though I was pretty comfortable that the pattern would work, I was concerned that the resulting giraffe would not look like the original picture and therefore would not be what the lady from work was expecting.  I took a look in my yarn stash to see what I had in sufficient volume to be able to make a mock up of the pattern.  Another little confession.  I do not like pink.  I do not know why, it is just not a colour that cheers me.  So, when I looked in the yarn drawers (there are several, and bags and bags besides) and saw two shades of pink yarn in abundance, I decided to willingly sacrifice them to the cause of the giraffe pattern-proving.  

I cannot recall the timeline exactly but I suspect that I knitted up the pink giraffe over a weekend and took it into work to show the lady on the Monday morning.  I explained that I had not read the pattern, could not Swiss darn and thus had had to modify the pattern and that I had used yarn from my stash to make a version of the giraffe but that if she did not like it she just had to say but that if she did like it, it would be in the colours she had requested.  Yes, I was more than a little nervous of whether she would like my version of the giraffe.

My worries were immediately allayed as she exclaimed her joy on seeing the pink giraffe.  I confessed to her that I had chosen to use pinks because I do not like the colour but that I had found that, as the giraffe took shape, the colours kind of suited it.  Not only that, it was very hard not to smile when you looked at it.  She agreed and the pink giraffe was soon getting plenty of attention from passers by.  By the end of the day, I had decided to keep the giraffe on my desk to cheer the place up.

By the end of the week, the giraffe had been named Jezzy (actual name Jezebel but shortened to avoid offending anyone's sensibilities) and had a tissue paper scarf.  Her popularity did not wane and she ended up being a bit of a mascot, going to the desk of anyone having a difficult day to help them through it.

Hey, what about the giraffe in the requested colours??  The yarn arrived during Jezzy's first week in the office and I knitted him (yes, he was a boy giraffe) up and took him into work the following week.  The lady who requested him, adored him.  But she was not the only one.  As you can see from the photo at the beginning of this story, he became Jezzy's beau but that is not where their story ends.  A few months later, there was another giraffe on the scene.

A family photo, including their pet duck

A Robin is for life, not just for Christmas

You hear the expression "Victim of your own success" occasionally.  Have you ever wondered what it means or how that could manifest for someone?  Well, I found out when a friend spied all the knitted creations for the Big Knit that I was making and asked if I would make something for her.  When I asked what, she said to let her think.

A few days later, she returned and said, as it was not long until Christmas, she would like a robin.  When I said that would be fine, she explained further.  She wanted a robin that could sit on her couch taking up the space of a person, to act as huge festive decoration.  Could I do it?  Why not? What would it take bar a lot of yarn, some needles, a pattern?  Did she have a preferred pattern?  No, so first task was to find the pattern!

I looked some out over the weekend and took them to her to look through early the following week.  Once she selected her preferred pattern, I set about knitting it up.  This served several purposes:

• make sure she liked the pattern (she did)
• make sure I was comfortable knitting it (I was, with a few modifications) 
• find out what size of robin it resulted in (about 3 inches tall). 

The next challenge was scaling up from 3 inches tall to approximately 24 inches tall.  Essentially I took a little cheat here.  The original pattern was knitted using double knit yarn (8 ply to those in Australia, worsted to those in America).  The easiest way to make something bigger is to use heavier yarn and larger needles.  I knitted the pattern again, this time using chunky yarn to determine the actual scaling up that was needed.  I will be honest here, I cannot recall the size of the robin that resulted from this and I did not note it but suffice to say it would have been somewhat bigger than the one in double knit though still well short of 24 inches tall.

Once I knew the size of the chunky yarn robin with the original pattern, I got out my squared paper and pencil and drew up the original pattern.  I then drew out a scaled up version of the pattern.  Why did I bother to draw up the original pattern?  With that I could see the proportions of the original pattern to make sure that the scaled up version was similarly shaped and proportioned.  No good making a large robin that does not look like a robin.  That is not what the lovely lady would want to pay for!

I estimated from the chunky weight yarn used to make the original pattern how much I would need to make the huge robin and purchased the yarn and, of course, stuffing.  It would be no good knitting it and having nothing to stuff it with. 

Now a 24 inch tall robin was going to need an immense amount of stuffing and I was concerned that it would be difficult to ensure it had structural integrity.  I puzzled on this for some time and eventually decided that what it needed was a structural core.  Something to build on to plump it out to full robin shape.  But what could I use?  From somewhere the idea came to me - I would use a ball.  You know those soft children's balls that you see at supermarkets or the beach in summer?  No, not a beach ball as I could not risk it bursting.  Imagine coming down Christmas morning and finding your robin wilted on the sofa.  No, no.  I selected a lightweight pastel coloured child's ball to be the robin's core.

As you might suppose, the couch robin took some knitting.  Whilst constructing him, further modifications were required, particularly for his legs and eyes, but finally he was complete - knitted and stuffed.  I arranged  a date with my friend to present her with her couch robin.  I was excited, as I thought it looked pretty true to the original robin, and anxious, in case it was not what she had imagined it would be.  I imagine she too was excited after the wait and anxious in case she did not like it.  Neither of us needed to have worried.  She was absolutely over the moon with it, though initially I think a little lost for words.  Can you imagine being faced with a toddler sized robin!  

That's my boy!

She immediately took Robin and his dad (that is the original one knitted to make sure she liked the pattern - hey, without him there would have been no couch Robin), packed them in her car - Robin had the seat belt on - and took them over to show her mum and dad.

I pondered over what she would do with Robin after Christmas.  When I asked, she said he was so amazing that he could sit on the couch all year round.  That troubled me - a Christmas robin, all year round!  I thought about how he could be made year round appropriate and decided all he needed was a change of hat.  So I made him three more hats -  a Busby, a sombrero and a Robin Hood hat - all of which affixed to his head with Velcro.  I borrowed Robin back briefly to add Velcro to his Christmas hat and his head.  Finally he was a year round Robin.  

I am sorry to say I only have this one photo of Robin with his dad but I do know he is still happy and brings joy to those who see him.