Eva loved Ana Paula Rimoli’s Amigurumi World. She brought it on our Colorado trip in June and spent hours crocheting cute little projects (the pear, which we named Solo, a coffee cup, an octopus). We had to make a special stop so she could buy stuffing for her amigurumi creations.
It wasn’t long before she struck out on her own, creating Bob and his beady friend. Eva agonized for days over Bob’s hairdo, finally settling on a neon orange mohawk. She worked out on her own how to crochet beads into Bob’s pet. Here they are, in the treehouse.
Bob was part of our household for several months before we ever saw him. He’s a bit of a rascal. Charles and I often say, “Eva, did you leave the lid off the pickle jar?”
“No. I haven’t had a pickle in weeks and weeks,” Eva says.
“I’ve never even opened the pickle jar,” Ella chimes in. Must have been Bob, we say.
“Who turned the thermostat up to 84 degrees?” I asked one day last winter.
Eva said, “Not me! I never mess with the thermostat.”
“I can’t even reach it,” chimes in Ella. Must have been Bob.
As you might imagine we were glad to meet him in the flesh. No, that isn’t right. We met him in the wool. Yes, that’s better. Mainly, we wanted to keep an eye on him.
During our photo shoot with Bob, his pet visited our cat Izzy. Bob recognized the danger. He’s sneaking up next to Izzy, hoping to rescue his pet.
Oh no! Too late!
