Introducing The 2006 Chevrolet 1.6-Liter Greenhouse

Introducing The 2006 Chevrolet 1.6-Liter Greenhouse

Hooray, April in Connecticut!

Last week’s unseasonable warmth, sunshine, temperatures in the upper seventies and dangerously dry conditions have given way to what things are supposed to look like around here.  This week, temperatures have plummeted into the fifties.  It’s been windy, chilly and wet.  The wet has pretty much passed through, leaving behind bright sunshine during the day, and, of course, frost warnings at night.  

It has been a picture perfect April-in-Connecticut week.

I, of course, have baby plants out there.

What’s a mother to do?  Well, like any mother, you bring the kids inside in crappy weather.  and that brings us to the biggest plus I have encountered in container gardening…I can.   

The peas and baby radishes will be alright.   They’re up for this stuff.  The beans aren’t up yet.  The baby cauliflower, though…they’re laying down a bit.   This time, I just didn’t want to haul all those plants into the dark chilly basement.

 So…introducing the all-new 2006 Chevrolet 1.6-liter greenhouse!

With plenty of space to house six cauliflower buckets, two blueberry bushes and a hose…

 

 It will still get 35 MPH, wile keeping the babies warm and toasty! Heck, I even have grocery room back there, if the plants wanted to go on a road trip!

 The blueberries are exceptionally happy.  The let loose with some more blooms today.

 

 They all camped out in the car all last night, all day today, and the sun through the windows perked them up nicely.

I have two more heads of cauliflower in the ground, which went under pop bottles…and also perked right up with the sun through the plastic “green houses.”

 

 The corn, which I expected to find fried, held up really well.

 

 I’m leaving them alone tonight, and will see what the temps are going to do tomorrow night.  I can wrap them up in bubble wrap, if necessary.  I’m just gassed that I have all these little corn babies popping!  

The Garlics are fine, will hold up through these overnight temperatures.  

Reggie is back Inside.  No way I’m leaving a pregnant parsley out in the cold!

 

Will you look at this guy!  He’s really getting his seed on.  This is the first time I’ve ever done this, so I need to ask Mike if there will be little flowers.

 

He’s got bunches and bunches of these seed things happening, and more forming every day.  I’ll let him back into the sunshine tomorrow, too.  Tomorrow night…he comes back inside.

In seasons past, I have had to bring other plants inside, when frost threatened, even coming into May.  I have hooks in the ceiling of this porch, just for hanging topsy turvy tomato plants, to protect them from frost.  Yes, yes…there is a definite plus to container gardening.  If need be, I can bring them in.  The down side?  Topsy turvy planters filled with moise soil weigh…a lot.

So, Reggie is hanging out with the seedlings.

 

The seedlings are still a little short, and that’s okay!  They’re getting nice and stocky.  When I started thinning, I did not pull out the smallest ones.  I took the tallest ones, the ones that looked like they were in danger of getting a little leggy.  Now, the remaining ones..and I do have more thinning to do…are getting their second set of leaves, and are still short, getting nice and stocky.

Hot peppers on the left, and don’t they take their time germinating!  In the middle, a sugar baby watermelon and a white cucumber, and on the right, more hotties, tomatoes, herbs, and gold bar melons.

If you’ve never heard of Gold Bar Melon Hybrid…you really want to get to Park Seeds and try them.  They grow like a cucumber.  They taste like a melon.  They are spectacular. 

It’s going to be a great season.

The boys are out on the porch, too!  They wanted to play with Reggie, and keep him warm.  We grabbed a blanket for the three of them, and they’re all camping out on the porch.

Like I told you…don’t let the parsley fib on you.  He loves these guys.

 

“We can keep Reggie warm all night!”

Tomorrow, I’ll send the boys Outside to play in the sun with their big green buddy.  I’ve got a feeling he won’t mind so much.

 

 

Gardening With My Toys

Gardening With My Toys

The garden is coming along, a little slowly.  It’s been pretty incredible during the day around here, but chilly at night, so everything slows down.  I did not have good luck with my sugar snap peas, so I dug up the refused-to-germinate seeds, amended the Pro Mix with composted soil and manure, and started again.  Twice.  The same thing happened with the radishes, so I planted a new row, just for kicks, in the raised bed.  The radishes are up, and the new crop of peas, this time, “Sugar Ann” bush peas, are showing signs.  It’s probably too late for the peas, but…had to try, right?  I’m stubborn as a mule that way.

I had help today.  My two little crochet buddies came out with me, for Earl’s very first trip into the garden, and we had a ball.  Me, with my camera, they, with their…crochet toy-ness, and Reggie…always Reggie, with his style and grace.

Here’s how it went….

The first stop little Earl had to make was to the porch rail for his close up.  What a sweetie!  He’s not as boisterous as Chauncey is, but he’s just as “game.”   His big brother is his hero.

“I’m a Peen-Koo-sheen, just like my big brother!”

From there we went back Inside, so they could hang out with the new baby seedlings that keep warm on the mats, under the lights.  Lots of different kinds of tomatoes, several varieties of hot peppers, one white cucumber,  a Sugar Baby watermelon, as well as several Gold Bar Melon seedlings are out there.  I also started some parsley and sage.   Earl, who had not yet been to see the garlics for his name, thought the baby plants were cool.

“They’re babies!  Just like me!”

Chauncey was grooving on the lights being low enough to swing on.

Back Outside we went,  where Chauncey made a bee line for Reggie, who was waiting with open stems.  The Garlics, always humming their strange song, welcomed the little one, and named him, Earl.

The Garlics, as you can see, are doing very well.  Nice, thick stalks.

And Reggie…my sweet Reggie…is going to seed.  We’re calling it his “special time.”  He’s about to have babies!

I do not have the heart to tell Chauncey that this means we’re about to lose Reggie.  Some times, I don’t have the heart to reconcile myself with it, even though I know…so we’re calling it,  Reggie’s Special Time, for now.  It is a happy time!  We’ll lose Reggie, but there will be little Reggie seeds…descendants.  A new generation.  And, isn’t that what it’s all about?

Reggie knows.  He’s fine.  He’s happy.  Reggie, being tuned into that whole circle of life thing, is just happy that he found a home, a place where he wasn’t tossed at the end of the season, where he would live to go to seed, and have his seeds collected and given a chance.  I am in the fabulous position of seeing it through, seeing this marvelous plant live through his season,  and being given the opportunity to bring a new generation of this plant into the world.  I’m lucky to have Mike, my good friend, to walk me through the seed collecting process.  With his help, I’ll be able to save every precious seed, share them start them, grow them.

We’ll lose Reggie, but he will have a solid legacy.

Look at those tall, thick seed stalks, the thickness and richness of that foliage.  Isn’t he magnificent?  I counted a dozen of those thick seed stalks, and there are more forming.  Reggie is totally into getting his seed on!

This is exactly what Mike described to me, that these seed heads would look like Queen Ann’s Lace.  Beautiful!

Thick, deep green foliage…Reggie is purely diggin’ being out in the sun.

Chauncey and I introduced him to Earl,

who immediately hopped up into Reggie’s dreads to play a game of Parsley Commando, Chauncey’s favorite game.  Don’t let the parsley fool you.  He loves these little guys.  Even when Chauncey is hollering and jumping up and down, he’s happy to have them.

He did, however, promptly kick them out of the planter with a laughing, “Go play!”

So, play we did!

Chauncey and Earl hung out with the Garlics for a time, humming along with their strange song.

The spinach, which is doing very well to date,

Is always one of Chauncey’s favorite places to play.

“We love the Speen-Yach!!!!!”

It was a super-special draw for little Earl, who has discovered that, if he holds himself just so, he can grow with his “speen-yach”  buddies!

“LOOKIE! I’M GROWING!”

They moved on to a raised bed that looks empty…

Where they wanted to know, “If you plant us like the speen-yaches, will WE grow?”

“Sorry, Guys…you’ll only get your feets dirty.”

Well…Chauncey likes his new blue feets way too much to risk them on anything less than a sure bet, so…off we went to play somewhere else.

They helped me thin out my radish row!

“Ray-Deeshes?  Hey!  We can help you with the Ray-Deeshes!”

From there they checked out the container of bunching onions, just starting to pop.

“Wat dees Ahn-Jeens?  Are they like Ray-Deeshes and Speen-Yaches?”

I explained that the three plants, when they’re picked and washed, and put all together in a salad with tomatoes, are delicious, that humans eat them.  Thankfully, this did not freak them out.  I told them that some of the little baby plants, Inside, were “Toe-May-Toes,” as they put it, and they got all excited that the little plants would get bigger and bigger and have red and yellow and green and pink and orange fruits.  They can’t wait!

We went around the side of the house, where the little wild flowers growing in the lawn caught their attention.  They just had to snuggle up to the bright blooms!

 

 I didn’t have the heart to explain to Earl that Dandelions are weeds, on the digging block.

 

 Further up in the yard,  they discovered even more cool flowers to kick back in!  Feelin’ Groovy,  soakin’ up the rays….

 

 They stopped at one of my neighbor’s planters to make friends with the little Dutch girl who lives in there.  They have yet to meet Lola, but that’s coming.

 

 And paused to contemplate the wonders of the garden, on Lola’s gazing ball.  Earl thought it would be way too cool to sing like the Garlics.

“Ohhhmmmmm-mumumumumumummmmmmmmm”

 

 They checked out the cool new blueberry plants waiting to be planted.

“Blooo-Bair-Eees?” 

 

 And while Chauncey pondered a cauliflower seedling,

“Wat dees gonna be?”

 

 Earl’s eye caught the brigh yellow bag of “secret ingredient.”

“Doooookie!”

 

 I had to ask him how he knows what “Dookie” is…he answered, “We saw the Tee-Vee!”

“Yeah!”  Chauncey chimed in.  ”You can do it!  We can help!”

Okay!  I guess they caught a Home Depot Dookie ad.  Good thing I stick to cartoons and hockey….

Finally, time to toss a little water around.  Chauncey is always game for a new adventure, and very helpful, too.  He watered my corn!

 

 Of course, he got muddy and wet.  If you play in the garden and you don’t get muddy and wet, you didn’t do it right!  So, muddy, wet, blissfully happy, they followed me Inside, to the bathroom, where they relinquished their pins and needles for that most wonderful of wonderful things…a BATH!

And, oh, didn’t they love the bath.  I let them play in there for a long time.

“If we had noses, these bubbles would tickle them!” 

 

 They loved getting rinsed and wadded up into a clean, warm towel.

 

And it was Chauncey…it’s always Chauncey…who figured out,

“Hey!  We can get all dry really fast in Reggie’s Summer Machine!”

Earl, being Earl, did not hesitate.

They hopped and chattered all the way out onto the front porch, excited to take a ride in the Summer Machine.

“You have to tell Reggie we’re gonna ride in his Summer Machine!”

I really didn’t have to.  The deep, smooth, almost maniacal laughter coming from Outside told me that he heard them. 

 

Kids…do not try this at home.

 

 All clean, all dry, ready to go back to watching TV, swapping pins and needles…being brothers.

“We Bros, yo!” 

 

 I can’t wait to see these guys around tomatoes and dahlias.  Stay tuned!

 

 

Sculpey Hooks and Chauncey’s New Little Brother!

Sculpey Hooks and Chauncey’s New Little Brother!

I love crochet!  I love making toys, especially.  Such darling little personalities. 

I love crochet hooks.  I collect them like crazy.  Some day, I’ll show them off a bit.  Lately, my hands get tired, so…I really need to have fatigue handles on my hooks.  I have a wonderful set of Susan Bates aluminum hooks with bamboo handles, and they are the ones I reach for, time and time again.  Sometimes, though, you like to mix things up, you know?  Plus, I have a bunch of hooks without handles…so I made some.   

I used Sculpey eraser maker clay, the kind you fashion into 3D shapes, then bake, to make play erasers.  They really make crappy erasers…but they make wonderful crochet hook handles!  Just a shade softer than regular Sculpey baking clay, and plenty colorful.  The eraser clay is a lot softer, too, and easier to work with.  I had handles finished and going into the oven in less than an hour, and I really took my time and played with the clay.  

I got my hooks settled into a glass baking dish, and baked them according to directions.  The directions call for something like twenty minutes per 1/4 inch thickness of the finished piece.  My hooks had just about 1/4 inch around each hook, so I have them twenty minutes, at 225 degrees, Farenheight.

They came out perfect!

 

From the left, the first two are steel hooks, sizes 00 and 0.  From there, we start at aluminum hooks, sizes B-K (with the D hook missing).  The big blue one is a J hook, which used to be a double ended hook, and the last three on the right are special hooks for making bullion stitches.  

Now, onto the newest member of my little crochet family!  

Remember Chauncey Feets, mt resident “Peen-Kooshin?”  All he wanted was a little brother.  Well, finally…has it been two weeks already?  Finally, Chauncey got his little brother.  

And, as per Reggie Parsley’s promise, he even got to pick out the colors.

It was…a challenge.

He hopped all over my yarn stash, and, of course, he absolutely loooooved and had to have…every color he hit on.  We agreed on a bright yellow for his new little brother, then went a little nuts picking colors from there.

He liked the blue…

 

 

 And the Red…

 

 

 And yet another shade of blue…

 

 And the Mexicana print and the orange!

 

 You know he had to have purple….

 

You know, of course, that he wanted new feets to match his little brother’s feets.  He went with the light blue.  What can I say?   Little guy’s got a thing for blue!

Chauncey Feets finally has his darling little brother.  He sports his very own “Ahm-pee Memmie” safety pin loop, just like his big brother.  And, Chauncey insisted that he have dreads, “just like Reggie!”  He keeps his dreads in little buns…and sticks pins in them.  They have been inseparable, watching the TV, where they learn entirely too much.  They love hockey.  Ready for this?  They want to know if I can make them sticks and pucks.  I’ll look into that.

Chauncey loves his new, matching “feets.”

 

They have been all through the garden.  First stop?  Reggie and the Garlics, of course!

The Garlics did their weird humming thing, and our new little guy got his name.

  

Welcome to the family, Earl!!!!!

 

Stay tuned for their latest garden adventure…it was a gas!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

One FIFTY!

One FIFTY!

After all the noise I made about my sister’s making her most recent incredible milestone, breaking three hundred, losing one hundred and forty nine pounds, she thought that making the one fifty mark would seem anti climactic.

 I beg to differ!

Congratulations, Sis!  You’ve lost

ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY POUNDS!

That is THREE Diner bags of potatoes.

That is no longer a chihuahua…not even a German Shepherd…it’s a Mastiff!  

A BIG one!

That is…no longer a super model and her Choos, but a female Hockey player!

WITH the skates!

That is definitely not anti climactic!!!

And that is worthy of today’s

Gaudy Weight Loss Animation!

Congratulations, Sis!  Keep up the incredible work!!!!

 

 

One Hundred and Forty Nine Pounds

One Hundred and Forty Nine Pounds

She did it!!!!!  My sister broke 300.  

Now, for those of you scrawny-malinks out there who don’t get the massive gravity of being under 300 pounds, here’s “the skinny.”

 Mary started out less than a year ago, at 447 pounds.  Her initial goal was “to see fifty.”  Fifty, being get to fifty years of age without suffering a fatal hearty attack.  

Goal one:  Achieved!  Happy Birthday, Kiddo!

Goal two was “to break 300 pounds.”

Mission Accomplished!!!!  She weighed in this morning at 298.  She has lost, to date, 149 pounds.

Look at it again…

ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY NINE POUNDS! 

For those of you who still don’t get it, or think, it should never have gotten to that point…she’s been battling weight all her life.  All of it.  She’s tall, almost six feet, and has not weighed less than 300 pounds since High School.  

Her next goal is to lose another pound or two, get her total weight loss to 150 pounds.

 After that, the sky is her limit!

She has suffered.  She has sacrificed.  She had to have not one, but two surgeries to accomplish this.  For those of you who think that gastric bypass is “taking the easy way out,”  think again.  Do the research.  I’m not a candidate for gastric bypass, because I can not see myself making the life-changing sacrifices necessary to make it work.  

Mary, I am so proud of you right now, I had to stop, and breathe, and wipe my eyes.

Keep up the amazing work, Baby Sis!

You are my hero!!!! 

Drinks are on me today! 

 

 

 

Blankets For My Plant Babies

Blankets For My Plant Babies

You just gotta love March in Connecticut.  It was hitting eighty degrees the day before yesterday, and tonight, into the twenties with “hard freeze” advisories up.  I do love me my Connecticut weather!

It’s never boring.

Question is, what to do about all of those “cool weather” crops I started?  

I have spinach, all up and growing, in window boxes all along the back ridge of my garage.  Great sun, but no wind protection.  

I have radishes up, fixing to freeze,

and the garlic container is out there, learning a hard lesson about “hardening off.”  

I have six containers with tiny baby cauliflower seedlings, and two more in the ground.

 

And my beloved Reggie is out there, waiting freeze solid and blow up.

 

What’s a mother to do?   Warp the babies in bubble wrap and bed sheets, of course!

First…Reggie came Inside.

 

Next, I wrapped the garlic container in bubble wrap and closed it off at the top.   I know, from last September’s eggplant, that the sun will hit this bubble wrap in the morning and make these garlic guys say, “Ahhhhhh…..”

 

 

Now, what to do with the radish containers?  More bubble wrap, another bed sheet, got them all tucked in for the cold night.

 

Looking at the spinach…I was thinking about dropping all of the boxes down below the roof line, on to the ground, and wrapping them up.  OK…they needed water first, so I gave them a drink and went to do something with one of the raised beds. 

I had two raised beds last season.  this season, I put one on top of the other and made it double deep.  Roots like that.  I’ve been working with that one, and had added what came to be way too much sheep poop and hay.  So, scooping out excess hay, leaving the poop intact, and saw a poof.  Poof?  What is this poof?  Stirred it again, saw another poof.  Smoke????  

Steam!  The poop was under too much hay, building heat, and when I exposed it to the cold air, I got a little poof of steam.

Question answered!  I scooped up all of the spinach boxes and lined them up in the raised bed.

For tonight, I’m calling it the poopie bed.

Now, I still have another, somewhat smaller bed that I just built, but hadn’t gotten around to making the second layer.  I dropped that on top so that the boxes are completely surrounded by wood, dropped the last two boxes of spinach into the garden cart (filled with the excess hay) and covered the whole thing with bubble wrap and a bed sheet.  Now, not only are they covered and protected from the wind, they’re sitting in a hot box…I think.

As for the cauliflower, all of the containers are sitting in my basement up against my hot water heater, and the two in the ground are wrapped and covered.  

 

 My babies are nestled all snug in their beds.

March in Connecticut….bring it! 

 

 

 

Thank You, Veteran

Thank You, Veteran

Another absolutely glorious day in Southern (sort of) Connecticut, and I’m headed right back into the garden, as soon as I get this down.

 Another extremely lucrative trip to Home Depot, the store (Derby, CT) still has those specialized bags of Pro Mix planting mix for vegetables and herbs, as well as for flowers and plants, marked down even more.  If you’re in this area, you’ll want to get there.  At just over two bucks a bag, this will sell out.  Soon.

I grabbed twelve bags.  All things come to twelve, in my world…just ’cause.

I also grabbed two bags each of humus/manure mix, and garden soil, both of which mix wonderfully with that peat-based Pro Mix stuff.

I trundled it all out to my car, which was already half-full.

Did I ever mention, I drive a Chevy Aveo?

It looks like a freeze-dried mini van.  

So, now I have to play Motor-Vehicle Jenga.   And here’s where the afore-mentioned Veteran comes in.  I’m eying the back part of the car.  Both of the rear seats are already folded down, and in fact, live like that.  I started moving things into the front seat, front floor, piling stuff up a little higher in the back…and a man, eying the car, eying the pile, eying the car,  asked me, “Ma’am, do you have all of that?”

Let’s get this down…I do not mind, “Ma’am.”  I don’t mind it one little bit.  The gray at my temples allows for it, I earned all that gray, and I have earned, in my 52 years, “Ma’am.”   Besides, the gentleman asking me if I needed help had his fair share of gray, too.  

I said, “I think so…I really need to make room for it all, and those bags aren’t heavy…thanks, though!”

He’s dubiously eying the pile, and the car.  ”Okay, well…good luck!”

I got everything moved, grabbed a bag of  poop, and he popped out of his truck. 

“I’m sorry,”  he said.  ” I don’t want to spook you, but…I can’t.   I can’t let you do this alone.”

So, we played Auto Jenga together, until it was all loaded.  All of it.

What a car!!!  That’s twelve bags of potting mix, two bags of manure, two bags of garden soil, a BIG bag of potting mix…behind that is a 17-gallon tub filled with groceries, a tool box, more groceries, and a bag of stuff I have to sort.  The front seat and floor…more groceries.

 

 

 He looked at all that my tiny car held, and just shook his head, laughing.  When I went to shake his hand and thank him for his help, my eye caught the back window of his truck.  There it was…the Marine Corps emblem,  next to the newer one, “My Grandson is a U.S. Marine.”

He’s a Viet Nam veteran.  His son served in the Gulf War, the first time around in Iraq.  His grandson is currently serving in Afghanistan.  All of them, Marines. With all of that on his plate, he still took the time to help someone load a bunch of soil bags into the car.

Thank you, Sir….Thank you, Veteran.   I’ll give my Navy veteran son an extra smooch today in your honor.  He’ll be hauling all of this stuff out of the car, will soooo kill me if I do it alone!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

How Chauncey Feets Came To Be…Finally! The Pattern!

How Chauncey Feets Came To Be…Finally! The Pattern!

I was bored. I was bored with what I was working on (free form crochet coat) and I was sick and tired of fighting with the crocheted needle holder I was working with. Oh, it was a good enough piece, in its day, but…its day was over.

I wanted to work up something fast, fun, happy, and functional. Something that would hold all those yarn tapestry needles I like to keep on hand. I thought,  “I’ll crochet a pin cushion in a bright color.”

And that’s how Chauncey came to be.

I have been crocheting since I was little. I learned at my mother’s knee at about five years old. Okay, I learned facing my mother across the kitchen table because I’m a leftie and I had to watch her from the wrong side. But hey, whatever works, right? Anyway, I’ve been crocheting for almost a half century, and I have been making toys since the get-go.

My mother had a passion for making crocheted toys. “If you have a hook and a little yarn, you’ll always have a new toy,” she used to say. We had some really cool crocheted toys. We had some seriously tough crocheted toys, built to last through whatever three ornery roughnecks, four grown Saint Bernard dogs and a countless stream of their puppies could put a toy through. Have you ever seen what happens to a crocheted panda bear when it’s been washed in a wringer washing machine? Pandy got really looooong. But he came right back in the dryer, ready to be tossed around as a football, wrestled by a dog during a game of “Gimmie That,” and cuddled into slumber when we all fell over at the end of the day.

Mom passed her passion for funny, happy, seriously tough toys on to me, and I, of course, ran with it.  I boldly went where no crochet hook went before. I was designing “weird” toys by High School, making them and giving them to friends…just little guys, sometimes with three eyes, or four ears, or whatever else I could think of between classes. I never knew that my toys were called, Amigurumi. Who knew?

Now that Amigurumi is all the crochet craze, I am in Hooker’s Heaven. A short-attention-span-friendly crochet toy fix? I am THERE!

I grabbed a ball of bright orange yarn and a hook. In just a couple of minutes, I went from thinking, “I’ll crochet a ball and stick pins in it” to, “I sense a toy waiting to be born.” I was initially thinking, just a ball with eyes. Simple, quick, the easiest of amigurumi styles. Then, of course, the ball had to have “hair.”  It just felt right.  So I worked in the hair, and set the eyes into place, getting ready to stuff my little creation.

I got his head stuffed and closed, taking notes as I went along, and when he was finally finished, I looked into his little black button eyes and said, “Welcome to the world! Aren’t you adorable!”

He looked up at me and said, “I need feets.”

I had crocheted the amigurumi equivalent of a demanding three year old, and the three year old wanted “feets.” 

“You are adorable,” I cooed.  ”And, you are also what I would call, precocious.”

“Pree-Koh-shiss.”

“Yes. Precocious.”

“Sssssssssss……”

“That’s enough. Does a pin cushion really need feet?”

“Peen-koo-sheen,” he said, trying out the new word. “I need feets.  I’ll roll over.  Fall.  Splat! I need feets.”

“You’re a ball. You’re supposed to roll.”

“You said I was a pre-ko-shiss.”

“You are a precocious ball. I’m starting to lean toward bratty.”

“You said I am a peen-koo-sheen.”

“I can see that this is going to get me absolutely…nowhere.”

“So, do I get feets?”

“You get feets.”

“Yay!”

“Do you want a mouth, too?”

“I dunno.  Can we talk about it after I get feets?”

“I suppose we can. You’re cute as a button without it.”

“I don’t think I need one.”

“You don’t need a mouth?”

“Nope. I don’t think I eat, and this conversation we’re having in all in your head, so….”

“Yes, I know. I’m a weird old lady that talks to her toys. I can’t wait for you to meet Reggie.”

“Reggie? Is he a peen-koo-sheen?”

“No, Reggie is a very cool plant. I think he’ll get a kick out of you.”

“Can I have my feets first?  I feel…unfinished.”

“Yes, you can have your feet first.”

“Yay! Feetsfeetsfeetsfeetsfeets!”

“You know I sense that if I wasn’t holding on to you, you would fall over kicking and laughing.”

“I can’t kick without FEETS!”

“Okay! I’ll start the feets!”

I picked up the hook again, and thought a bit…brought the toy into Chris to ask his opinion about feets…er, feet.  Chris just looked at my new little guy, and said, “What the Hell is it?”

“It’s an amigurumi pin cushion. And it’s a brat.”

“Uh-huh. Did you give it to the parsley to get a name for it yet?”

Poor Chris. His mother’s a nut-job.

“No,” I said, laughing now. “He wants to wait until he has feets…er, feet.”

“Riiiiight.  Okay, the closest thing you have to a screaming neon green.”

“Cool, I can get close.  I have a bright lime….”

Chris was already gone, turned back into his computer and whatever work I had interrupted..or perhaps thoughts of how he could have me institutionalized.  Poor Chris.  He’s very patient with me. 

Back in my lair, I grabbed up the smaller hook, the lime green yarn, thought a bit…and assembled the feet. Once I had them on, my little buddy and I tried them out, and he was satisfied. Good thing, too, as I wasn’t really looking forward to doing them again.

“Are you happy with your new feet?” I asked.

“Yes! I like my new feets! Now what are we going to do?”

“Do you have an aversion to having needles and pins stuck in your head?”

“I dunno. I’ve never had needles and pins stuck in my head. Will it hurt?”

“I don’t doubt for a second that you’ll tell me all about it. Let’s start with the needle I used to sew on your feet.”

“K….Ow. OW.. OWOWOWOWOWWWWWW!”

“Knock it off. I haven’t touched you yet.”

“Oh.”

We finally got through inserting one needle.

“There, I said. “Did that hurt?”

“Nope. I’m a peen-koo-sheen.”

“I believe you’re going to be a grand pin cushion.”

“Can I go meet Reggie now?”

“Sure! And the garlics, too.”

“Are garlics amy-goo-roooooomies?”

“No, garlics are plants, like Reggie.”

“K.”

As soon as we went through the door to the porch, my little pin head erupted into questions.

“Wow! Where is this? Are there more peen-koo-sheens here? Are there more amy-goo-roooomies here? What’s that big bowl of green stuff? Why is the bowl humming? Can I sit in the bowl and hum?”

“Whoooaaaaaa,” drawled Raggie. “What…have you done?”

That was Chauncey’s first day. He’s still a brat, but he’s so cool, it doesn’t matter. Like I said, these toys develop their own personalities. Yours will, too!

Here’s how to get your own amy-goo-rooooomie.  If you don’t have a potted parsley or a potted garlic garden in your house, maybe you can get a name for your creation from the dog, the cat, or someone in your household.  Hey, your toy might just up and name itself!

Stranger things have happened…

 

The pattern.  Finally!

Chauncey Feets Amigurumi

Adventurous  beginner.  This assumes you know the basics.  If you don’t but you really want your own Chauncey Feets toy, there are wonderful tutorials all over the web.  One of my favorite places for instructions is www.crochetspot.com .  Rachel has a search bar, just search the stitch you want to make, and you’ll get your answer…even for lefties!

 I named the pattern after the toy.  You, of course, should name yours as you see fit ;-)

With the materials I used, Chauncey came out to just a skosh smaller than a baseball.

Gauge is unimportant.  Use thicker yarn and an appropriate hook for a larger toy, sport yarn and a small hook for a little toy.  It’s all up to you.  It’s your toy!

Materials I used:

Body—Super saver yarn, worsted weight, Tangerine, about an ounce, maybe less.

Crochet hook, size I or J.  I used a J hook.

Feet—I grabbed a different brand of yarn (for color,) Caron simply soft, worsted weight.  Because simply Soft worsted is thinner worsted, I went down in the size of the hook, to a G.  You can go up a hook size, too, for really BIG feet!

Use your judgment, choose a hook that is appropriate for the yarn, and will give you a somewhat tight, uniform stitch.

And the utility stuff:  Large-eye yarn needle, scissors, stitch markers (optional), fiberfill or other stuffing material.  Old pantyhose work great!  I used fiberfill.  Pantyhose are for tying up tomato plants.

Pair of 8mm safety eyes.  Note:  If you’re making a toy for a small child, it would be better to embroider they eyes into place with a French knot, or even draw them on with a Sharpie.  Buttons, plastic eyes, even the safety eyes, look like candy to little people, and they react accordingly, often with terrifying results.

Abbreviations and stitches used:

Chain (ch)

Yarn over (yo)

Slip stitch (sl st)

Single crochet (sc)

Treble crochet (tr)

Special stitches:  Cluster:  work 1 tr and 1 sl st into the same stitch.

Decrease cluster:  Insert hook into the next stitch, draw up a loop, and leave that loop on your hook.  YO, insert hook into the next stitch, and draw up a loop.  YO and draw off loops two at a time as for a treble.  Next, sl st into that same stitch.  Note:  Clusters form a definite “back” stitch, (the top of next tr.) Work into that.

 

To start the head, chain 2

Round 1:  6 sc into 2nd ch from hook.  No need to close rounds, just keep going.  Mark your first stitch, if you want.

Round 2:  2sc into each sc around (12)

Round 3:  *2 sc into next sc, sc in next sc.  Repeat from * around. (18)

Round 4:   *2 sc into next sc, sc into next 2 sc.  Repeat from * around (24)

Round 5:  *sc in next sc, sc into next 3 sc.  Repeat from * around. (30)

Rounds 6 and 7:  sc in each sc around (30 sc each round)  (shortcut…you have 2 rounds at 30 sc each…work a continuous round of 60 sc, and you’re done!

Round 8: (Cluster round) Work 1 cluster into each st around (30 clusters)

Round 9:  *Decrease cluster over first two clusters as such: 

Insert hook into first stitch, draw through a loop, but leave it on the hook.  That loop becomes one of the loops in your decrease cluster. YO, insert hook into next sc, draw up loop.  YO, draw through two loops…twice.  Treble made. Now, slip stitch into the same stitch.  Decrease cluster made.

Next, work a cluster into each of the next 3 clusters.  Repeat from * around.  (24 clusters)

Round 10:  *Decrease cluster over first two clusters of the previous round, cluster in next 2 clusters.  Repeat from * around (18)

Note:  Your work is looking a little inside out now, no?  It is.  Don’t worry about it.  You’ll turn it out later.

Round 11:  *Decrease cluster over first two clusters of the previous rounds, cluster in next cluster. Repeat from * around (12)

Round 12:  *Decrease cluster over first two clusters in previous round.  *Decrease cluster over the next two clusters. Repeat from * around. (6)

Finish off, leaving a nice, long sewing tail.  Your work is still inside out.  Go to the beginning, and that tail there.  Thread a yarn needle with that tail, close off the hole that the first round formed, and weave in the loose end, clip it off.

Now, turn your piece out so that the texture of the clusters face outward, toward you.  Why have all that great texture, just to hide it inside the toy, right?

Attach eyes at the top of the last regular sc round, between that round and the first cluster round, or embroider eyes in with black (or any color!) yarn and a French Knots.  Stuff the head.

 

 

You can embroider a mouth, too, if you want.

Thread your yarn needle with the long tail, and draw it through all of the stitches, weaving it in and out, draw the hole closed.  Secure it with some knots.  Got some holes from the decreases?  You can stitch them closed by weaving that long tail through them as you work.  Go around and around, pulling stitches closed as you go, until the holes are closed.  I had to go back and forth across the hole a couple of times to get it closed…that’s why you want to leave a loooong tail when you finish off the last round, at least two feet long, maybe three.  Weave in the loose end, and clip it off.

 

 

Now, let’s give this guy some Feets!

Make four pieces, close gaps and weave in ends as you go.

 

To start, ch 2

Round 1:  5 sc in second ch from hook.  No need to join rounds, just keep going.

 

Round 2:  2 sc in each st around. (10)

 

Round 3:  *2sc in next st, sc in next st. Repeat from * around.  (15)

 

Round 4:  *2sc in next st, sc in next 2 st.  Repeat from * around. (20)

Finish off, leave a tail for sewing.

Note:  While you’re working in the round, the side that faces you while you work is the “right” side, or RS, and the other, the “wrong” side, or WS.

Take two of your four completed discs, WS together, and sew them together.  You can stuff them very lightly if you like, but I didn’t bother with that.  If you want a really stiff set of feet, you can cut small discs of plastic from old containers (the lid from a sour cream tub, etc.)   to fit inside the feet, and slide them in when you sew the pieces together.  Know what I used?   When you start the disc, you have a tail hanging, and another when you finish off.  You only need one to put the discs together.  I used the others  to stuff the feet.

 

 

Give your feet some toes!

Attach yarn to the edge of an assembled foot, ch4, sl in the same stitch.  Now, skip one stitch, and cluster in the next.  Do that twice more.  I’m following a cartoon character code of conduct here, so I gave each foot four toes, but you can give your feet more or less.

 

 

Assembling the feet:  Place your finished feet side by side, right side up, and grab a stitch on each edge, pretty much in line with the starting center on round 1.  Stitch the feet together, a few stitches on either side of that center, then run your needle up into the middle edge of one “heel.”

 

 

 

 

Sit your toy on the feet so that it tips up just a bit,

 

then pick it all up carefully, and pick up a stitch on the toy, at the top of round one, closer to the face, as seen on the picture. 

 

Place a few stitches on that heel, then run your needle through to the center of the other heel and stitch it down through a few stitches.  Knot it off well, and weave in your ends, clip them off…and a new toy is born!

 

 

 

 Making a girl?  Try a bow!

 

Ch 11. 

 

Row 1: SC in 2nd ch from hook, and in each ch across.  ch1, turn.

Rows 2-6 in back loops only, sc in each sc across.  Finish off, cut yarn.

 

Center of bow:  Thread a good size length (about two feet or so) of yarn onto a needle and attach it to the top row, center stitch.  Weave the needle in and out, from top row to bottom row, and draw tight.  Wrap the center of the bow with yarn several times, keeping it tight.  Knot yarn where you started, weave in the shorter of the two tails left, secure bow to the top center head with the longer one.  Weave in ends.

 

Now, grab a camera.  I use my cell phone!  Take your new toy out into the world and have some FUN!

Want to save a copy?  Here’s a sweet down-loadable PDF for keepsies! 

 

Chauncey Feets Amigurumi Pattern

Update!

 

Chauncey has a new accessory!  While the sewing needles are fine, expected in a “peen-koo-sheen,”  the safety pins broke my sister’s heart, leading her to ask that I stop torturing the little guys by sticking safety pins in their heads.

“That’s mean!”  she exclaimed.

“Yes, but, Sis…he’s a pin cushion  He’s supposed to have pins in his head.”

“The sewing needles are okay!  It’s the safety pins…they’re mean.”

“Mary…Pin.  Cushion.”

“It’s mean and icky.”

“Oh, you did not just hit me with the ‘I’ word.”

“ICKY!”

Siiiiigh….OK…when the “I” word comes out, it’s over.

So, Chauncey, My Man, here you go!  Thank your Auntie Memmie for the cool fashion accessory, a safety pin loop!

***To do this…attach some yarn to a cluster, or between clusters.  Chain 1.  Single crochet in that same stitch.  Now chain 6 (or so) and slip stitch into your single crochet.  Finish it off, tie the ends together (just ’cause) and weave the ends back through the head, clip them off.***

Chauncey, who initially did not understand why I grabbed him by the head and stuck a hook into his hair, loves his new fashion statement so much, he finally settled on this shade of yellow for his sibling to be.  Yellow.  And green.  And blue.  And Mexicana print.  And……

 

 

 

“Tank You, Ahmpee-Memmieeeeee!” 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chauncey and Nell’s Most Excellent Adventure

Chauncey and Nell’s Most Excellent Adventure

What an entertaining couple of days!

Reggie is faring well from his clip-and-send, and also from his transplant, and even got a dose of new soil!  I call it deluxe retirement property.  I was told that the clippings arrived crisp and delicious in Minnesota.  

He needed more soil.  He was all roots in that pot, as the pot was only ever planted half full.  (I did not plant Reggie…I adopted him.)   So, out he went, into a fresh pot, more soil, plenty of room for his roots to run.  He’s feeling a little tweaked, looks a little droopy, but he’s snapping back well.  I’ll find that brand new box of Miracle Grow for tomatoes and give him a boost.

The garlic sprouts all seem to be doing well, sitting there happily humming away in their big container.  The bottom leaves look like they’re starting to die off on time.  I say, “seem” and “look to be” because I really don’t know what the heck I’m doing, this is a science experiment born of an absolute need to grow something.  The foliage is growing, so I guess they’re all happy.

I wonder of they have Miracle Grow for garlic.  Ha!  I just heard Mike groan all the way from Italy.

Hey, I know it’s junk, and I’m taking positive, albeit tentative steps, away from it this year with the sheep poop,  but I just can not argue the results.  I’ll be asking Mike about vitamins and fish emulsion, too.

Poor Reggie.  I dislodged him, a trauma, even though it was a necessary one, and then I introduced him to…Chauncey’s sister.

Yuuuuup!  Chauncey, my resident “peen-koo-sheen,”  has a baby sister!  She’s purple and tiny, (the result of using a finer worsted weight yarn and a smaller hook,) and sports a bow in her hair and embroidered eyes.  No little black buttons for her, as she’s slated for the good life with my little grand-niece, Sophia.  She’s going to live with Doodles!

Chauncey was beside himself with overly abundant joy.  He’s sad that his new little sister has to go, but…they get it.  Even the little ones get it.  Chauncey’s sister is a toy, whose fundamental reason for being is to bring joy to a child.

So, Chauncey is cool.  He has his little purple sister for a while, to play with, and a promise that I will bring him with us when she goes, so he can visit, meet Sophia and Doodles, and say, “See you later!”

It’s never “Good bye.”

Chauncey, having been thoroughly impressed (and who isn’t) with Reggie, insisted that we go right to the porch so he could introduce his new little sister around to the plants.  He even gave her a pin to wear!

If a parsley could visibly shudder….

“Reg-gieeeeeee!”  Chauncey practically screamed, in his three-year-old’s voice that only I can hear.  ”Reggie, look!  Wendy made me a sister!  She’s an Amy-Goo-Roooooomie!  That’s a toy!”

“Hey, Yarn Dude!”  Reggie obliged.  ”Excited as usual, I see.  What’s all this about a sister?”

And then to me, in a slightly accusing tone,  ”You made another one.”

“Yuuuup,”  I quipped.  ”I made another one.  This little gal is going to live with Sophia and Doodles.”

“Well, bring her on over, let her sit in my dreads.  She’s a quiet one, isn’t she?”

“Yes, she seems to be a little shy.  Maybe she’s just a little overwhelmed.”

“She has a bow in her hair and FEEEEETS!”  Chauncey hollered.

“Whatever could she be overwhelmed by?”  Reggie drawled.  ”Does she have a name yet?”

“No, not yet.  I was wondering…”

“Can we sit in the garlic so they can name my sister like they did me?”  Chauncey asked.

“Suuuuure,  little dude,”  Reggie smoothed out.  ”You go see about that.”

“If they won’t talk to me, will you give my sister a name?”

If a parsley could visibly droop…

“Yeah. Buddy.  You bring her right over to Ol’ Reggie, and we’ll make sure she’s got a name.”

What a plant!  Yup, definitely going to seek out that Red Bull for plants.

Off to the garlic pot they went, where they both started humming along with the bulbs.  Chauncey, as usual, boldly and immediately, and the little one, more slowly, following her brother.

“Mmmmmmm-mum-mum-mum-mmmmmmmm…NELL!”

Well, that about floored me.  That was her first word!

“Nell, is it?”  I asked.  ”Are you happy with that?”

“Nell!  My name is Nell!”

“Welcome to the world, Nell.”

Onward they went, for their most excellent adventure.

They played Parsley commando with Reggie,

And played hide and seek with the Goo-Gaws.

Nell borrowed some more decorations from her big brother!

They marveled over Reggie’s new soil,

And tried to spy on the garlic to see what goes on under there…

They even got to play with the cat!  Brenda, who had already been introduced to Chauncey, tickled him with her face.  She thinks we see it as kitty love, but I know better.  She wanted a face scratch.  I let Chauncey run with it, though.

“She LIIIIIKES MEEEEE!”

Reggie told the story of how he used to be an Outside plant, and before I knew it, the little toys were bouncing on their big feets, chanting, “Outsideoutsideoutside!”

Thank you, Reggie.

A deep, smooth chuckle was my response.

They went to the Outside porch, where all the planting in the containers happens.

They sat in the spinach containers.  Nell asked about a billion questions about the “Speen-yach,” and marveled at the little green seedlings, babies, just like her!

They sat in the sun on the roof of the garage, where the “speen-yach” grows,

and went all the way to the back yard, where there were even more awesome oddities awaiting them.  They took turns meditating on a gazing ball,

And sat together on another, contemplating the universe.

They got to hang out with Bruce, a very friendly and elegant moss-growing frog,

And even got to help my neighbor with his car!

It was a wonderful, busy day, that ended with Chauncey trying his er…feets…at…Oh, seriously, Chauncey…bungee jumping?  Seriously?

Seriously.  Jump, he did, hollering all the way down, “BUNGEEEEEE!”

Again, I heard a deep, smooth green chuckle emanating from Inside.

Saturday, it was time for Nell to go, to live with Sophia and Doodles.  Road trip!  Nell, no longer shy, and her brother, bold as ever, sat in their seat and chattered all the way with Woody Woodpecker,  who sort of fell into being my car buddy.  Chauncey left his needles and pins at home.

Nell, suddenly uncertain, asked, “Will she love me?”

I quickly put another bandage on my heart and said, “Sweetheart, Sophia is going to be crazy about you.”

And…she is!

When we got to my niece’s house, Doodles was waiting, to welcome Chauncey and Nell, and Sophia, smiling all the way, grabbed her now toy with both hands.  Nell went to all of the members of her new family…Sophia, her mom and dad, and her grandma and grandpa, too.  They all love her to bits!  She even got licks and kisses from the two Chihuahua dogs.

Finally, it was time to go home, and sneak Chauncey out of the house.  With a promise that we would all meet again, Chauncey and I headed home.  He got to ride on the dashboard with Woody on the way back, so he wouldn’t be so lonely.

Knowing, in the way that old parsley plants do, that Chauncey would be a little sad when he got home, Reggie wrapped him into a warm green hug.

 

Cuddling into Reggie’s soft foliage, he asked, “Do you think I can have a brother or sister that can stay with me?”

Reggie answered for me, “Little Dude,  I’ll bet she’ll even let you pick out the colors.”