I have far too many crochet projects on the go at the moment. So tonight I just wanted to make something small, simple and cute.
Hedgehogs are becoming rarer in the UK, because there is less habitat for them and road sense isn't their strong suit. I never get to see them, living in a flat high up in central Edinburgh, but they always remind me of simpler times, when I would stay with my Oma in the Netherlands.
Oma adored hedgehogs and had many in her garden. She loved to feed them, and made small ponds for them to drink from. To me they always seemed like fairy ponds. Oma and I would watch from the window as they came out from under the shrubs and sipped at the water. The list of things I associate with Oma is strange and long, lemon balm, budgies, fleeces, silk, Oma cream, books and lempers...So in a sense, I suppose this is a nostalgia hedgehog.
He is made from Sirdar Baby Bamboo, which I find brushes out to fluff really well, as well as some brown wool scraps, and my very favorite Paton's Spirit.
I really love this picture of him, he looks like he is scampering.
Now climbing: a real adventure hog!
A hedgehog in the hand isn't worth two in the bush, but he looks cute anyway.
I have lived in Scotland for a long time now, and absolutely love it. I never usually feel like an outsider, except when England is playing sport. When England plays, Scottish people tend to furiously support the opposite team ( whereas, in England, within my experience, when England bows out we support any other members of the UK). It always slightly upsets me because I wish we could support each other, if we cant play together. It makes you remember how tenuous the union is.
The bag is coming along too...