I'm not sure what I love most about it, whether it's the satisfaction of seeing a project go from balls of wool to actual object or the fact that it helps to keep me sane. All I know is that when I walk into a craft store, I head straight for the yarn while my heart is all a-twitter, my head swimming with possibilities; colour combinations, textures, who I'm going to make what for...all that good stuff. Oddly enough, when it comes to "Who am I going to make this for?", the most obvious answer (a.k.a. "ME") is the furthest thing from my mind.
I like to make things for other people. Ask any of those I hold nearest and dearest to me and they can show you at least one item I've made for them or their children. (Yeah, if you have kids, you're pretty much doomed, because I will be spoiling that little moppet with handmade goodness like there's no tomorrow.) I don't do it for money (though twice I've been paid for my efforts...and both times it was well deserved.) I do it because it makes me happy and I like to see those I love happy.
Lately I've been on a crocheted doll kick. Specifically, I've been making dolls for friends that sort of resemble the friends I've given them to. Sometimes the resemblance is spot on; others not so much. So, with that in mind, I thought I'd play a little blog game to test your powers of observation (which, if they're anything like mine, are somewhere in the "Captain Obvious" realm).
I am posting photos of dolls I've made with specific people in mind, and then photos of how they really look. Your job, should you choose to accept it, is to try and figure out who is who. You can keep that to yourself, or you can post your guesses in my comment section. The winner gets nothing other than my admiration for being so darn smart..or maybe they'll see themselves in crochet at some point. We'll see how I feel.
First up: The Dolls
Doll # 4
And now, The People:
(Yes, I am aware that I haven't made any crocheted dudes yet. That's not sexism, that's just me assuming that there aren't a lot of men out there who would appreciate the coolness of being immortalized in crochet. That being said, there's a first time for everything)