Bubble bubble

So…it’s fine to spend some time in your yard trying to take a Halloween vibe photo of some little leaf buddies. That’s totally cool.⁠⠀


⁠And it’s lovely to meet folks from the neighborhood. Totally great to get to know everyone.⁠⠀
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But it’s a Tiny Bit Awkward to meet folks from the neighborhood while you’re standing in the yard taking photos of tiny wooden dolls, dressed in lovely knit capes, posed around a bubbling cauldron. ⁠⠀
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The temptation is to explain.⁠⠀That will make you sound mad. ⁠⠀Much better to just maintain cheerful eye contact and make polite chit chat wile totally totally totally ignoring the bubbly mess between you.

P.S. Someone will ask, so the pattern is Nestled (just I knit them in purple instead of in leaf colors), and the cauldron is this one.

Simple

Yesterday I found myself in my local graveyard, sitting on the ground by a mossy tree stump, carefully wrapping tiny wooden dolls in wooly capes and tucking them inside knitted leaves so I could take pretty pictures of them.  And, because brains are tremendous storehouses of every stressful thing that’s ever happened to you, I found myself thinking of a moment at the beginning of eighth grade.

My english teacher (hi Mrs. Bottorff!) called me aside after class and told me that one of my other teachers had warned her that I was simple (her word, not mine) and would never amount to much (apparently doodling on the margins of your notes meant you were doomed to failure, who knew).

For a kid who built a lot of her identity around being smart and good at school, that felt like a slap.  Mrs. Bottorff explained that she knew I was fine, but that being smart only counted if you could convince the folks in charge of you that you were smart.

Now I know what she meant, and I know she was well intentioned.  I even know that there are circumstances where convincing others of your abilities is more important than your actual abilities (infuriating though that is) and maybe it’s a good thing for a kid to learn.

But I also know that my life has gotten better the fewer people I have to convince.  I don’t have to worry about grades these days.  I don’t have a boss.  And I figure all of you folks are a self-selecting bunch and are totally along for the ride.  It’s all really working out rather well.

 

And now for something a bit lighter

I could tell you a story. I could tell you about tiny capes and perfectly shaped hoods and tying tiny bows.

But I’m not going to.  I’m just going to show you these and count on you to imagine it all for yourself.

Because I’m pretty sure you can imagine exactly how adorable these are and how irresistible and how much you just want to cradle them in your hands and make frankly ridiculous cooing noises.  You don’t need me to tell you how it’s done.

What I will tell you is that the pattern is coming soon (later this month).  And that if you want to track down the exact dolls I used, they’re over here (yes, that is totally an amazon affiliate link, if you don’t like those, you can search for peg dolls and you’ll totally find them no problem).  And if you know you’re going to make a whole village of these, you’ll want to start raiding the scraps bin for little balls (~25 yards) of fingering, sport, and dk yarn.

 

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You didn’t think I left the tops open by accident did you

So those leaves? The rainbow mountain of ridiculous leaves? Yeah.  They need something to go in them don’t you think?  Something as absurdly cute and ridiculous as they are?

It seems only reasonable.

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

 

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I mean at least it’s seasonally appropriate, right?

Once upon a time there was a knitter with a short attention span.

A short attention span and a fondness for cute things.

If you showed her a cute tiny thing…a thing she could knit in one sitting, she’d be delighted.

She’d knit it again and again and again.

Even if you kind of wished she wouldn’t.