He’s WAAAAAiting…
Friday December 22nd 2006, 12:06 pm
Filed under: Knit

I was twelve when I found some random yarn and proudly stitched up my Tiger all by myself, without asking for help (and thus not getting the gentle input that a color that matched where you’re stitching the white belly, not the stripes in the coat, might be the right idea?) It wasn’t till 36 years later–last night–that it hit me: I’d used the yarn from my big sister’s sweater to stitch him. Harvest Gold and that trip stitched right into my Tiger. And if I hadn’t written that post about Mom, I probably still would never have thought of it.

Go figure.

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That’s just about the cutest little Tiger I’ve ever seen.

Comment by Mary Anne 12.23.06 @ 5:36 pm

Thank you! I think so! Dad brought him back from a tour of the Steiff factory in Germany when I was maybe barely four; one of my earliest memories is of watching him open his suitcase after he got home and giving it to me. That must be why my tiger was always a he.

Comment by AlisonH 12.23.06 @ 6:34 pm

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