|I need to get these Fair Isle Legwarmers done before January is over.|
I’ve also done another color-work item (stripes rather than Fair Isle) in the form of the frog pictured below. Once again, I find that my recent scattered energies caused me to make a bit of a mistake, as I used sport weight yarn from my stash (mistaking it for DK) for the light green parts and too-big size six needles, so Froggy is a bit loosely knit up making him appear somewhat primitive (although his beautiful dark mottled green head and body are worked up in Rowan fine art—a luxurious silk-and-wool blend, held double). Since he’s a North Carolina native from a community perched on the edge of rural countryside, his imperfect appearance does lend him an appropriate rustic air. But Froggy is about to find himself thrust out of his familiar Lake Park community, as he is taking a trip across the pond, to visit his new family in Oxfordshire, England. (I saw the pattern for this creature in Laura Long’s Knitted Toy Tales and thought he would make a perfect gift for blogger and lover of whimsical creatures, Mrs.Thomasina Tittlemouse).
|Froggy knows he should bone up on some culture before heading to England, especially since he will be living in close proximity to Oxford. "Maybe tomorrow," he muses.|
|A mini-library in Froggy's community offers lighter reading fare.|
I had some blue and purple felt on hand, but neither seemed appropriate for the crown that is supposed to adorn Froggy’s head. I meant to venture out for some yellow felt on Saturday but a dreary day and a pile of student essays to review dissuaded me. Maybe I’ll get a crown worked up before Froggy begins his voyage; if not he’s sure to find the perfect topper in the land of fairytale kings and gleaming crown jewels.
|Froggy likes the fact that pansies bloom throughout a good portion of the southern winter.|
Near his new digs, Froggy may find himself punting on the Cherwell (a river that runs through Oxford), an activity, perhaps, a bit less hazardous than dodging frog “giggers” in North Carolina. Individuals who go frog “gigging” use long multi-pronged spears to catch their unwitting prey. (This practice attests to the fact that the French don’t have a monopoly on viewing frogs’ legs as a delicacy, although the version served up in my locale is fried, rather than delicately sautéed and seasoned with wine and garlic.) In his new home, Froggy might also find himself lucky enough to chance upon a real princess who can help him rise above his humble station.
His new family might want to bestow a more suitable moniker upon him, rather than the nondescript “Froggy” hastily given to him after his eyes were stitched on a few days ago. With the hope for a fitting name in mind, Froggy asked that I share one of his favorite poems with his new family along with any readers who plan to adopt a frog anytime soon:
BY HILAIRE BELLOC
Be kind and tender to the Frog,
And do not call him names,
As ‘Slimy skin,’ or ‘Polly-wog,’
Or likewise ‘Ugly James,’
Or ‘Gape-a-grin,’ or ‘Toad-gone-wrong,’
Or ‘Billy Bandy-knees’:
The Frog is justly sensitive
To epithets like these.
No animal will more repay
A treatment kind and fair;
At least so lonely people say
Who keep a frog (and, by the way,
They are extremely rare).
Source: Complete Verse (1970)
|Froggy will miss the bell tower here in Lake Park, but I'm sure he'll find some|
beautiful historic bells to listen to in Oxfordshire.