When I was a little girl my favorite toy - my comfort toy - was a stuffed animal named Blue Cat. I didn't realize that there was actually a Blue Cat I and Blue Cat II until I was in my teens when my parents told me that BCI had to be tossed after a childhood hospitalization. Very Velveteen Rabbit-esque.
Dulce-cat is not impressed with you. |
The only thing is, I don't know if I can give Greta I to my nephew. I have kinda fallen in love with her. Would a four-year old treasure her forever and ever? (Possibly.) Would she be loved as much as I love her? (Doubtfully.) So, I think there will have to be a Greta II that can go live down in Virginia. Greta I is going to hang out with Blue Cat II.
Pattern: Greta the Captivating Cat, a Dangercrafts Pattern
Yarn: Madelinetosh DK, Van Dyke Brown, 1/2 skein. Purchased at Woven Art
Needles: US 4
Mods: Vintage buttons for eyes from my extremely large button collection, and a dusty peach embroidered nose (too subtle for my camera to really capture).
Yup, Blue Cat and Greta are going to be fast friends.
I LOVE her! What a great rendition. And I love your story.
ReplyDeleteJulia is completely obsessed with Scooter right now- I've ordered the yarn and pattern for this, and am eagerly awaiting its arrival...
http://www.ravelry.com/patterns/library/c-is-for-cat
Greta Van Dyke makes her sound like a glamorous socialite! She's even more adorable in person :)
ReplyDeleteHow did you find out that Blue Cat was in fact two cats? I think even now if I found out something like that I'd FLIP. I've considered sending in my American Girl doll to have her head replaced (her hair is now a bob instead of shiny, long brown waves), but knowing that it would be a different doll head deters me! (Ok, and the nuttiness that would be someone in her twenties sending in her childhood toy to the doll hospital...)
@Kristina
ReplyDeleteI found a picture of me holding a very different looking blue cat - and I asked my parents about the toy. It was one of those big GULP moments. And I tried not to think about my poor beloved abandoned toy rotting in a landfill somewhere. I felt horrible for forgetting about this treasured toy. I am *convinced* that toys have feelings.