The Boygoblin has started to pretend. Which is lovely, especially when I find him firmly smooshing his stuffed rabbit face-first into the catfood bowl.
Or when he dissolves in heartbreak because he can’t get Andy, his boy doll, into its fiddly little doll-sized sleepsack.
The catfood I’ve just had to get a bit zen about, but the sleepsack? That I can solve.
So last week I pulled some yarn scraps (Cath Kidston Book of Crochet since you ask) and made a good old old-fashioned granny blanket.
Old style granny blanket |
Apart from being doll-sized, its just like the real thing – its as ugly as you’d expect, and catches on little doll toes. DearWife loves it, and says its just like the ones she grew up with. I won’t be making another one, for pretty much exactly the same reason.
Doll sized |
And boygoblin? Fewer tears, because he can easily put Andy to bed.
Andy's all snuggled in |
And then zoom him around the house.
Check out those drivers... |
All snuggled up on the flat"bed" |
Fancy a quick nap? |
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