Very strange thing, knitted toys. We have three, all hand made by Someone Else. They are special. They are loved. They are Horse Donkin, Mouse in a Bag and Mr. Fishamachoo. You definitely can’t buy these in a shop.
And yet I have never wanted to knit a toy. I found myself knitting a rabbit because Myrtle was completely adamant that this was her heart’s desire and she had given me the yarn for my birthday. Two years ago. I did not want to knit this rabbit.
I chose my pattern carefully. I was not going to have patience with a pattern that wasn’t completely clear and straight forward, or one that involved endless sewing up. Susan B. Anderson is a designer you can be confident and everyone who has knit this rabbit seemed to love it. Not me. I just don’t like knitting toys. Which is a problem because Myrtle is really, really happy with her rabbit. It’s called Poppy “because my imaginary friend is called Popper”, which is all you need to know.
I think it’s the face..