Did I mention the coral reef we are doing for The Snail of Happiness shop? No? That was remiss of me, then, and I will correct the error immediately. You can read about progress from the Snail herself here.
I crocheted an octopus. It took two and a half months. I had to fight it off my cheesecake one Friday morning. It keeps punching the corals*.
Thing is, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Octopuses live in coral reefs and are eye-catching (if there happen to be eyes to be caught). Rather nicely, the red yarn (possibly a mix of acrylic and wool) came from a stash that was destined for a skip and landfill, so it was particularly pleasing to find a good** use for it.
The head was crocheted in rounds, and wasn’t too bad although there was quite a bit of shaping, so rows with asymmetric increases and decreases, but I managed to reach the last row of that fairly quickly. Then came the tentacles…
With hindsight and a proper education, I should’ve spotted that octopuses have eight legs. Eight tricky, time-consuming, fiddly legs. After two, I was ready to accept that the thing could be displayed peering out from behind a rock. After four, I was questioning the wisdom of sticking so rigidly to the pattern. After eight, I decided that just as a peanut isn’t a nut, and a koala bear is nether a bear nor some kind of cola, clearly an octopus (from the Greek: octo (eight) + podus (foot)) was just another thing misnamed by scientists. I reached the end with more red yarn than sanity to spare.
Guess what? The white bit is done separately, and fits over all eight legs, including all the knobbly bits. I couldn’t give up now, I was in too deep, like an octopus in the Mariana Trench. The days, due to a misprint, turned into knights and disappeared to Camelot for the weekend. The knights turned into bears, and I knew that a) I needed a new keyboard and b) I needed more wine.
I did finish and have managed to disguise the fact that the bottoms of the tentacles really don’t match exactly with the tops. I like to think it gives my octopus a unique character, a nuance of mystery, an air of sophistication even. I know, however, it really just means I got it a bit wrong.
After this, I did a couple of corals, regular and unnuanced. Never again, Mr Octopus, never again.
So, I’ve started a Killer Whale…
oOo
* True story. Octopuses punch fish, sometimes for no apparent reason. All those bloody legs, I’m not surprised they get testy (tentacle-ally?!?). Odd socks must be a nightmare.
** This is a relative term, and the reader may feel another one is more appropriate.
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