Saturday, April 16, 2011
This kid, my middle kid, is a maker and a dreamer. He is a kid who creates somethings out of nothings, a kid with a dry, quick wit, a big imagination and a heck of a heart. Last week the kid’s leafy stick insects died.
I’m still not sure what caused the spontaneous and simultaneous deaths of Spiky and Camouflaged Twig. Chatting to them over an afternoon cuppa, it was an awful moment of discovery – they weren’t just hanging around, shooting the breeze, pretending to be (living) sticks.
When the news was broken to the middle, he howled his grief. There was a discussion of funeral logistics and a call to Grandma to schedule the memorial service. It was very sad. Until a small light bulb went off in the kid’s head and there was a negotiation concerning methods of mummification and preservation.
Spiky and Camouflaged Twig are still (somewhat unnervingly), sort-of with us.
Drying out in a salt pool, they are apparently destined for a framed spot on the kid’s wall. All of this prompted the Mr to tell the unfortunate story of his bereaved friend who taxidermied his dog and converted him into a standing-dog-coffee-table. Which could be a story-telling step too far.
While the sticks are busy lying about in their salt bath, the kid is back to his outdoor explorings and makings and I crafted him up a cowl to keep at least a bit of him warm in this crispy autumn weather. Happily we have a thumbs up, because it doesn’t get in his way like a scarf does, working loose and flapping about or getting too bulky...
I’m informed it’s sort of adaptable
depending on which bit
is the frostiest.
The kid calls it his Where-is-the-Rest-of-My-Jumper? Cowl.
PS. Spiky and Camouflaged Twig are remembered by all the Myrtleandeunices (including Grandma) and their 347 (give or take), as yet unhatched eggs.
PPS. The Where-is-the-Rest-of-My-Jumper? Cowl is based on this. Full details over at Ravelry.