Joelle? Hillary? 4-8 hours? Seriously? Around hour 10, I was trying to figure out what kind of idiot I was. Mostly because at the onset I was thinking, "oh, this should only take 4 hours, maybe even less." How hubristically pompous am I?
Peanut, she is no joke.
I have always thought sewn softees were cute. But I have to admit, I didn't think there was that much to making them. Softee makers of the world, please excuse my pomposity. You people have the patience of saints and are ever so talented. I salute you. I wave my knitting needles in salute to you. All of you.
Perhaps the cutest part.
In all fairness to Joelle Hoverson and Hillary Lang, this project took me longer than it should have for many reasons having nothing whatsoever to do with them:
1) I did not have template plastic and had to trace on paper, glue it to cardstock and cut that out (that added on a little time, but not much--coming up with this solution, that is another story).
2) I pretty much sew short seams (posturing to be straight) while peicing together fabric for quilts. I have never sewed a curved seam in my life. Peanut is pretty much all curves.
3) I pretty much have no idea what I am doing when I sit behind a sewing machine and just pray that whatever I stitch is passably decent.
4) I am just a little stupid sometimes.
But I pressed on, because Peanut (actually, I started calling the elephant Penelope, but there you are) had to accompany this book (it is a beautifully illustrated book with fun poetry for wee ones). They both had to go into the mail pronto to arrive in southern climes (hey y'all!) before Christmas. So yes, the elephant is passable, at the very least. Well, that is what I am going with.
I could have used some more fiber fill, so
Peanut Penelope could have been stuffed a bit better, but at 3 in the morning, you have to just make do with what is at hand.
I wanted to knit an elephant, but I didn't think I would have time. But now, in hindsight, I think I would have. I will get to test this theory though. Little Sir was so upset when I tried to explain that this book and elephant were not for him. So I ordered him a book, and sometime between tonight and next Tuesday I will have to knit an elephant. Probably this one.
To recover from the trauma that was sewing Penelope, I had to do something I knew I could accomplish successfully, with much panache.
My pomposity got the best of me again though. My pastry bag expoded and would not pipe fine lines, so my snowflakes were sad, and thus could not be given away en masse (I take my Christmas candy and cookies seriously, folks).
We are naked!
But everything else turned out spot on, I'd say.
I felt like I had to give you something kitchen crafted in the absence of pie (you will have to wait until 2008 for more pies from my kitchen, sorry!).
Okay, I am off to knit something. Like maybe an elephant. Sigh.