|Mr. Gregory Peck|
Meet Gregory Peck, the second project I ever knit (to completion that is). What happened while knitting him I began to think would never happened again (until Alec Baldwin of course). I felt such a sense of accomplishment, not only upon his completion, but every step along the way. One arm here, a stuffed belly there. There is something magical about stuffed animals. And if you gave me all day, I could go on and on about past times with some of my favorite fluffy friends. Maybe that's why watching this little guy come to life was so exciting... give a pillow two eyes and a mouth, and just like that he has a soul.
After stitching up the last little pieces of Gregory, and placing him proudly on my shelf, I knew making stuffed animals was my calling. I wanted to just keep knitting, and not stop until my bed was filled with hundreds of my little friends all named and lined up just like when I was a kid (I know I wasn't the only one). Of course, as with all things in my life, I got frustrated when my next project didn't quite turn out. And thanks to Ravelry, I had plenty more project ideas to distract me. And so... Gregory sat there. On my shelf. All alone. For two years (awwwww).
Then one magical day, the fire was lit again. And, as evidenced by the little critters I've already shared with you, it hasn't burned out yet. That feeling I got two years ago. That calling. It was right. Call it destiny, call it obsession, call it whatever you'd like, me and stuffed animals were meant to be.
And so I leave you with Gregory's newest, and oh so adorable, neighbors...
|Good Ol' Pals, Truman and Ralph|