Cold winters in our latitudes provide us with a subtle hint that we need to cover up the most precious thing we’ve got (our head, of course!) under a hat. All well and good, however hats can make such a mess out of your hairdo (the ladies know what we’re talking about!) Fret no more, for expert designers, together with plenty of other simply really creative folk who like to knit in the evenings, have found an awesome way out.
Quickly I measured, counted, scribbled notes while
Mom responded to the following .... what is she doing? ... are they fixed yet?
Evelyn inquisitively passed me a large knitting needle, will this help? They
departed, Henry asking, 'When' s she going to call us? '
I laid the shop project aside and commenced knitting from
my sketchy notes.
The following week, the new
family to Saint John returned; the work to date passed inspection and a surgery
date was set into motion.
Anxiously I waited for their
arrival. Parts were tried on. Then the moment of separation --hugs and waves.
Henry and Evelyn were off to adventures in the library and lunch. This surgeon went to work mending holes,
adding stuffing, attaching new parts.
Coco stuffy was in recovery and I was joined with my Assistant
Evelyn pulling yarn and cutting threads on Bongo stuffy. Intensely stitches
were sewn with an on-going, heartfelt conversation unfolding to all around. Magnifying
glass in hand, Henry gave detailed instructions of how to stitch a shark on his
pocket. Delight was evident to all.
Measurements were taken for a new
fall sweater for Evelyn; measurements of stuffies too!
For sure, we welcomed newcomers
to Saint John and I’ll always remember the stuffies at Cricket Cove. Here’s a
closer look at the before and after x-rays.