Last Spring in Copenhagen I met guy who was more than happy to meet someone who was a little crafty. He had kept a handful of sweaters that shrunk in the wash or moths had discovered and was unable to part with them because they were his favorite sweaters. We decided that in exchange for dinners I’d mend a few of his sweaters and make something out of the shrunken ones. (I had recently acquired my mom’s old Husqvarna sewing machine she used when she lived in Denmark in the ’70s and was anxious to take on a new project.) When he mentioned a nephew was having a birthday an owl seemed like the perfect gift. Rather then throw away the rest of the sweater I cut it up into small pieces and stuffed it. Viola. A hug-able masterpiece.
During my mini-retirement in Copenhagen for 6 months, I ended up making a whole family of owls from old sweaters and scarves and gave them away to family and friends.
Now I’m in Des Moines, Iowa freelancing for a few months and revisiting my college town. My friend Chad’s daughter, Georgia, had a sneak peak at some of the owls and I’m pretty sure her middle name is Adorable.
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