Farm animals are still a childhood essential, I’m very relieved to reveal.
I’ve gazed bemused at my nephew’s collection of trucks with sirens, talking pianos and trains that echo through tunnels and longed to see a wooden building block or a simple teddy in his collection. My childhood is rather more years ago than I care to admit but I hated to think that the joy I felt over a farmyard is something children no longer experience. I remember the duckpond made from a piece of mirror, little sections of plastic fence (that never wanted to stay standing, and dominoed as soon as the last bit was put in place with chubby, determined fingers) and then my favourite, the stable with its half doors opening the let a horse’s head peep out.
My nephew is now a little old for this. Ben is currently busy manning his own supermarket complete with digital cash register and scanner. He obviously has a future as a retail giant! Two of my friends’ little ones are around a year behind him and are both showing hopeful signs of enjoying some simple farmyard fun. As my modelling or woodworking skills are limited, it’s to my trusty fabric and threads I’ve turned to create something for one of them. I showed off a little rabbit from the set a while ago, and thankfully I’ve now found time to create its friends. They come from this Charlotte Lyon’s pattern, which I can thoroughly recommend.
I love Charlotte’s style. For me, she’s captured all the nostalgia of old-style farmyard animals. All mine were grouped as little families on ovals of green plastic grass. I recall a rather good sow and piglets and my treasured duck and ducklings all in a row. I had grand ideas about reversing the designs to make the little padded shapes double-sided but I fear they’d never be finished, so I intend to find some pretty prints to back each animal instead. I shall make an effort to be bold and colourful for maximum appeal.
I had hoped to be able to show off something a little more finished today but I thought I’d snap this picture before we lose the light on a dull day. I used a soluble embroidery pen for the first time (in place of my trusty pencil), which was lovely and clear to stitch over but it’s taken me ages to chase away all the excess blue lines with the special eraser end. I thought I’d managed it but I spotted still more as I pressed the shutter. I may have to call it a day and hope that sloppy embroidery won’t be high on the list of things a two-year-old will worry about.