I am still in the manufacture of Totoro en crochet, but this time smaller version, to make a garland.
Everything starts with the realization of small subjects.
I made Totoro, but also “small” acorns and a swarthy, wearing a sheet.
It’s quite long and detailed, but the most difficult part was the installation: made with uncut wire, I had to pass the thread, the whole ball, in every little subject, and return, otherwise it is not funny.
I alternated subject and wooden beads. Initially, the assembly was done by a chain, coupled with the return of the single flange.
I’m pretty happy with the result.
The different subjects:
I think doing another one and soon offer my creations on Etsy.
Anyway, here’s something to beautifully decorate a child’s room.
Last week we went to the picnic of the company where Xim works. Well, it was just the picnic department, since the beach was too small…
I was thrilled to meet Xim’s colleagues, put a face to the N+1 and N+2, and especially on the cubicle’s neighboours and partners of table football.
One thing, however, was very curious: there was almost no forties… Three babies per square meter with their thirties parents, but no one, except a few department’s heads, above 40 years.
So either they stayed at home, because this stuff on the beach, it is not their age (and it’s sad that they think so), or – and this is my favorite theory – the department’s heads eat them!
(that is dramatic, here we talk only time and crochet …)
Now the little girl received her gift, I can show the crochet blanket I made for Laura and I am quite proud.
The first step, by far the longest, was to make 48 squares of 10 cm side, to form the body of the cover. I had originally planned to make 25 squares, but coverage was ridiculously small. Even for a baby, there should be a comfortable size to possibly warmly wrapped the toddler in it.
The equipment: my #2 crochet and pearl cotton.
The patterns: I picked them on the internet and stayed in fairly conventional models, trying to play with colors. One of them that I really love is very simple, but one of the longest, because it requires changing over almost every rank. To avoid long sessions of wire-concealment, I have “hooked” / “hidden” the wire directly by the next row. Honestly, it allowed me to save a lot of time.
For the size of the square, I used a single square as a reference for all others. The different cottons used have not all the same quality I was able to fit the exact size of each square, without remaining prisoner of “no, no, no, a square has to have 8 rows and that’s it.”
The colors: I think the current fashion is in the colors beige, pastels, soft and delicate, and… I did exactly the opposite. I chose bright colors, I associated the complementary colors for the hedge to be shimmering. We may not like it, obviously, but for a little baby, I think that stimulation by the look could be interesting.
Timing: I am perhaps not very good, but it took an average of one hour per square (ready to “sew”).
So here I am with my 48 square:
During the production, he still had to pay attention to have enough of patterns and color. In the final assembly, I wished that no patterns or similar colors were together. I think to have come with a good result.
So I assembled my squares with white cotton. I regretted not having paid attention to the quality of some wire, whose colors have disgorged while washing (cold water and by hand, though). This remains discreet, but I know it…
After “stitched” the squares and made a border, here’s a pretty good blanket (even if my picture is slightly yellow).
I just heard the first cry of cicadas. Yes, cry, because what can be a taste of exoticism and vacation for someone, well it could a deafening racket for three months, for someone else.
I still prefer the cicadas sounds at factories or boulevards ones, obviously.
All this literature to say that it’s summer here.
Certified by the cicadas.
This time, I tried to follow a pattern found on the Internet.
I followed a model that also allows me to realize that I forgot to make the tail on the first.
The ears also have more depth and the arms are a bit more worked than on my first try. That said, it may be a lot of work in addition to a very minimal improvement.
The model announced a final result of 23 centimeters. It is far from it: my Totoro is 14 centimeters, counting the ears. I must say that I do not use wool, but pearl cotton, which should make the difference.
Following a model asked me to be a little more disciplined and to count my stitches. Which is certainly not easy for my creativity, but also a bit messy.
I hope it will make the joy of a little girl.
And I started the third one. The apartment has became a factory of Totoro…
It’s babies time.
Bellies begin to swell foreshadowing the arrival of pretty girls and pretty boys.
In order of arrival (it is almost trifecta), Arthur was entitled to his garland of owls, which I did not presented before, wanting to keep the surprise for his mother.
Then comes Laura, our new little niece, whose gift is still closely guarded and totally secret.
Soon will arrive Ptolemy (it is a code name for the baby of friends… who will reveal the name of their wonder only once born). For Ptolemy, so I launched myself into creating a Totoro.
Obviously, for the small ones, I put security eyes and a small nose: they should will rip the whole lint before they can swallow the eyes.
This is the material that was missing for the realization of small owls and I found them in a amazing website.
I showed the pictures (big mistake) and now I have some orders. No less than five! I also found a model that I will try to inspire me.
Totoro un jour, Totoro toujours (Totoro one day, Totoro forever)
It is with great emotion and sadness that I learned last Thursday’s the disappearance of Terry Pratchett, an author whose novels I loved. I finished a few weeks ago his latest, “Derailed”, and I could not wait to read the next one, which unfortunately will not exist.
I discovered the novels in the late 1990s and the months of May and November were those when I watched for the publications of the French translations of his novels. I remember numerous times to have chosen the longest line at the checkout of the library, in order to begin to devour the last published novel. It was a kind of pilgrimage. I found myself giggling every time, laughing alone, nose in my book.
I always regret not being able to personally say “thank you” to Sir Terry Pratchett, for laughs, for reflections, because behind his burlesque, there was always a critical look at our world. We can combine a multiverse, wizards, gods playing dice with the fates of humans, trolls, goblins, witches and fantastic creatures with reflection on the failings of our society, its exuberance, its excesses, but also a form of hope.
I would have wanted Terry Pratchett to do like his character Granny Weatherwax, holding his little sign “I am not dead!”
I have a heavy heart, but I know above all he left us beautiful and intelligent readings to give us a smile.