Present nummer ett

Japansk kaninmössa! Visst blir man lite sugen på att sy egna utklädningsmössor?

Skinny pink rabbit

Vad hände egentligen med den där smala, rosa kaninprototypen som jag gjorde för flera år sedan?

Den som skulle bli sådär rund och mysig men blev mer lik en åttiotalsbarbie?

Jo, den låg länge i en låda.

 Sen kom det en bebis och tog den.

Babyfilt

En liten babyfilt som jag gjorde för närmare ett år sedan. 

Ena sidan är stretchfrotté, andra är sweatshirttyg.

Spegelvända kaninapplikationer ditsydda med langettstygn.

Ingen nobelprisvinnare i finsömnadklassen, precis, men den gör det den ska och är ganska så söt ändå. Speciellt om man lägger nånting väldigt sött under den.

Well spent money

I had so much trouble recently with for example German paperwork, Swedish paperwork, misunderstanding midwifes and full hospitals. 

So today I got a crazily expensive, extremely nice, high quality, made in Germany, Easter bunny from my boyfriend as kind of a a compensating present. 

(And also because we both are five years old at heart and none of us

could resist that little face looking at us from the shelf.)

Look at those details: the ear! the folded paws! Much happier now.

And PS: baby can just dram about borrowing it. Mine!

Teenage crochet rabbit

The other evening I started cleaning out my yarn basket and found some wool yarn that was left over from knitting a Norwegian sweater a million years ago. Some white and some dark gray. so I started crochetting it, kind of thoughtlessly, and after we'd watched one movie and a few episodes of Dr. House I found myself sitting with yet another rabbit in my hands. (I don't know what's going on with rabbits, I just cant' stop making them.)

The next morning I threw her in the washing machine and she came out slightly smaller and thicker and a lot fluffier than before. I stuffed her, made some clothes and there she was.

 My boyfriend laughed a lot and claimed she looks like an obnoxious 12-year old girl who wants to look really cool. (The kind that shoplifts and smokes with her friends at the playground and listens to Marilyn Manson. Or whatever obnoxious teens do these days.)

f The clothes I found in my secret sock jar, full of quite disgusting old socks that might become useful. And yes - suddenly one of them did!

Always keep everything forever!

Bimbo rabbit

This is one of many prototypes for the perfect toy rabbit. She has been hiding in a cardboard box for at least a year, yesterday I found her while cleaning boxes and decided she could come out after all.
This morning she finally got eyes and a nose as well, which made her take the step from unmade prototype to some kind of creature you have to treat with some kind of respect. (I still instinctively tend to think that everything around me has a soul, especially things with eyes.) So now she proudly sits on the toy shelf with the other toys.
This was the original rabbit that we once successfully bought, gave to a kid who loved it, and then got the idea to improve. I think it's too chubby, I have this vision of a rabbit that you sort of drag in any body part. Like Christopher Robin dragging Winnie the pooh down the stairs in one leg, you know.
Sad rabbit was our first prototype. He turned out too sad. Bimbo turned out too slim, and kind of - bimbo.
We have a few more prototypes in the boxes but not the perfect one yet. It's on the to do-list for the rest of our lives, probably.

Too big pants

I made pants for my son or daughter. Right now he or she is approximately 25 centimeters tall, but won't need pants until he or she has doubled in size and come out in the cold. But then some pants will come handy. The lovely rabbit fabric comes mostly from jny design.

I thought size 62 would be a useful size, but something must have gone terribly wrong. Ottobre, my source for patterns, are well known to provide too big patterns. But how would I know exactly how much too big they are?

I'll put them in the "do not open until 2011"-box for now.

Presents for girls

A friend of mine just had a little girl and I really wanted to send a welcome present. So in front of Lost one evening I began crocheting a ball, which turned into a handle, and so on and soon I'd made a rabbit rattle. Which turned out so nicely that I immediately made another one, carefully writing down how I did it. So that I could post it as a tutorial, I thought. Then I lost my post-it with the notes. So whenever I find it, or when I make a third rabbit rattle, I will post it. If you are interested?

Also made baby a romper and a hat. This pattern is from Ottobre magazine, and I heard rumors that they are kind of big in size. Let's see whats fits and what doesn't.

And finally *ahem* it seems like I will need a romper like that myself - well, not for me*, but for someone who will show up in april or so - so I made another one while I was at it.




*I would LOVE to have one for myself

Once we were socks

Then our partners disappeared without a trace
Then someone was about to throw us away
Then someone else rescued us from the bin
Then we got legs and ears and eyes and all
Then we moved to new homes
Can't complain, really

Shirt > Dress

Found this shirt in the closet - nice cotton fabric, but hopeless shape. Enormous on top of it. Very grunge. I remade it into a dress.

The button opening is now the back opening. I made wing-type straps plus added a round pocket for ice-cream money.

I gave it to Nora and I think she wore it from time to time, even though the straps tended to slide off her shoulders. In retrospective they should have been put closer to the neck. She stuffed the pocket full of random things, anyway. Pockets are always good.

Outfit for Jack

Stripes for Jack as a welcome present.
Fitted perfectly when he was small and fresh.

Sported by Sad Rabbit. Never fitted him really.

Leaving work

"I had it", thought Hare. "Seriously, no point in going back there anymore."
His knuckles were whitening from the firm grip around the handle of the leather briefcase. He walked very fast, very angry, without turning around.

"Can't believe I went there everyday for so long", he whispered between his long teeth. "Stupid."

He walked past the half empty parking lot, out through the gates. The sun was setting and the asphalt felt warm under his feet. The blackbirds were nesting, singing warnings and promises to each other. The air smelled strong of grass.

"But not anymore," he thought, crossing the lawn. "I have better things on my agenda."
He briefly looked at both sides before he crossed the bike path, jumped over the ditch that went along the track, to finally plow his way through the knee high grass into the forest.

Sweat spring in

My Grandmother always told me to "sweat spring in". No undressing until you fainted from the heat.

Jeans jacket made of jeans, inspired by Baby Cool.