Something amazing happened last week. I have completely finished a project!!! This comes as a surprise to everyone who knows me, including myself. I’m famous for starting projects and never finishing them because I get distracted or bored.
But, I finished a project. It’s been YEARS(!!!) since I’ve done that. The dresses I’ve made for my Luvey still had pins in them! Of course, most of those projects were started less than 24 hours before they were needed, and I stayed up all night to get as much done as possible, but ya know, that’s not the point!
Shortly after a friend of mine started having contractions when she shouldn’t. I read an article about premature babies cuddling with stuffed crocheted octopi. Supposedly, the stuffed octopus helped preemies do better because of tentacles and science.
So, in my obsessive need to not feel useless and helpless, I crocheted an octopus. I stuffed him with Fiber Fill. I sewed him closed. I wove in the ends. I embroidered a face. I remembered that I don’t embroider for a reason. But he is done, and he is beautiful. His name is Otto.
I then realized that 12 ounces of Fiber Fill is, excuse my French, a shit ton of Fiber Fill. Over the weekend I made another octopus named Ollie and started two more. I’m planning on making a handful more, about five, plus a sperm and egg (please, don’t ask).
I have several more animals planned. I must use up all the Fiber Fill…