Monday, 2 March 2009

O w l s

At last I have been reunited with my camera, which means I can finally introduce you to these little fellows:

Yes, the Owls jumper, designed by Kate Davies, in all its glory. Well, most of its glory, it's kinda tricky to take a photo that best displays the whole jumper when you're essentially a blind one-armed photographer flying solo.


Project Polar is a resounding success. It's a great pattern, perfect fit, Rowan Polar is yummy - super warm and soft. And I love how the owls only look like owls if you pay attention. Most people just see a row of buttons, or a bit of a pattern, and then it's only after you've been talking to them for half an hour that they suddenly exclaim in the middle of the conversation 'oh, they're owls!'.

I admit, I'm a little concerned at how happy knitting this made me. As each little Plop surfaced, as each little face acquired eyes and a personality (particularly one owl on the back who got a rather wonky right eye, which I decided not to fix and who is therefore now called Wally. Yes, I've named one of the owls. Beyond tragic. I've reached a whole new level. But I've decided it's only if I start talking to them that I really need to worry.....) I found I couldn't help but smile.

With doom, gloom, greed and incompetence in every news headline of late, no wonder this pattern has stormed to the top of the Ravelry chart. Sometimes we're all afraid of the dark. But somehow these little faces always raise a smile. Even if they are a bit on the wonky side....

3 comments:

Woolly Stuff said...

all the doom & gloom does seem to invite cuddly knits - your jumper turned out really well! I guess your camera doesn't have a 10-second delay setting on it?

just for fun randomness, my word verification is "popsing"...

travelknitter said...

Cute! Oh, and well done on finding 32 matching buttons. Looks like it was well worth the hunt though.

PrincessPea said...

Those are great photos for a blind one-armed photographer! I'm completely with you about how happy knitting can make me, and how disturbed I can be by that fact...