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Knitting and Crochet Blog Week–Day 2

4KCBWDAY2 A Mascot Project.
Your task today is to either think of or research a project that embodies that house/animal. It could be a knitting or crochet pattern – either of the animal itself or something that makes you think of the qualities of that house.
Alternatively it could be a type or colour of yarn, or a single button. Whatever you choose, decide upon a project and blog about how and why it relates to your house/creature.

 

Combining my monkey skills with those of my chosen bee, I’ve decided I’m going to design a project for this one.

But I was stumped. After thinking about bees and bee connective things all day I was still stumped. Slouching down on the sofa I asked my other half for inspiration, but found non forthcoming and I just yelled out BEES. Which somehow triggered something deep in myself and reminded me of Black Books.

Black Books was a  British sitcom a good handful of years back featuring Dylan Moran as a grumpy book shop owner Bernard Black and his friends Manny and Fran. In this one episode Bernard gets locked out of the bookshop, by this new fangled security system. Manny can’t remember the code because the guy showing him has a subbuteo player stuck in his head. Bernard has to wander the streets and Manny ends up trapped, hungry and alone in the shop. To sustain him he eats Bernard’s collection of dead bees while drinking some very strong alcohol. There’s a fantastic moment when he wakes up, hung over and feeling horrible to a concerned Fran and a well, a present Bernard and he yells out “I ATE ALL YOUR BEES”

 

bees

Black books is so instantly quoteable around my house (at least for me!) that I knew I’d like it as a wall hanging or maybe a pillow. I’m intending to do it in Tunisian crochet and then cross stitch the words and the bee onto the design. The clip art is from a licence free clipart register and charted through Knit Pro. If anyone would like me to put a copy of the chart up on Ravelry just let me know.

I’m starting as soon as I can find my tunisian hook!

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