Crochet’d Critters

Since re-learning how to crochet at college a few years ago, I’ve started to carry odd bits of wool around, with a crochet hook or two.  It’s amazing what you can make with a few odd bits, and some time.  And time doesn’t need to be hours and hours (although it can be) – just a couple of lunch breaks or bus journeys can be long enough.

Take these ones.  Little Angels.  The first one of these was made sitting on Ferg’s sofa in the summer while he talked at me.  I had no particular plans in mind when I began this one, but I’d only taken a ball of white wool with me, so I was pretty limited - which makes it more interesting!  Since then I’ve made a few more, and sold one.  Could be a good idea to make more in time for selling next Christmas…

Then at the other end of the spectrum, there’s this one, which should be instantly recognisable to everyone.  Meet Dalek Cliff.  Made from a pattern I found on the internet (credit where it’s due - http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/dalek-amigurumi) and it took quite a while, but was well worth it.  I quite fancy making my own Dalek army, so there may be more of these on the way this year!

And somewhere in the middle are these ones… 

Lola the Dancer was born on the train from Hartlepool to London last year, while I was on the way to see The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe at the 360 Theatre in Kensington Palace Gardens.  The show was excellent, by the way!  But again, she’s just a few oddments of wool and a few hours where I had nothing to do. 

In the same way, Octie was born on the way BACK from London that weekend.

The latest one, however, is Yorkie.  He’s named Yorkie, because I began him in on a car trip to York last weekend.  Most of his body was done on the way to and from York, and I was quite taken with where he was going, so I finished him off that weekend instead of leaving him half done for a few weeks.

 There’s a debate ongoing about Yorkie, however.  My brother tells me that he needs a mouth, whereas I disagree, and think he’s fine just the way he is.  So far after a bit of a vote at work it’s three for and three against, and one sitting on the fence.  What does everyone else think?  Shall I leave alone, or stitch him a mouth?