This is such a cute clown. He is vintage now. My Grandma crocheted him at least 40 years ago. I was cleaning the guest room and found him up on the closet shelf. I was so happy to find him I shed tears. I remember Grandma crocheting him just for me (or was it for my daughter...her granddaughter?). My favorite peacock colors of blues and greens variegated into one another. For now I shall keep and claim him...after all possession is in my favor. :o)
Grandma's stitches are each so precise. She was always crocheting or knitting or sewing or beading something wonderful. I learned how to crochet from her. Grandma was left handed and I am right handed. She would have me sit across from her to watch and learn...as if looking in a mirror. Very smart I would say. I did learn to crochet and have never regretted knowing how. This clown's head is yarn crocheted over a styrofoam ball. His legs and arms are a twisted stitch I cannot remember how to do but as Grandma would crochet...all the spirals would magically fall into place. His body is crocheted and stuffed with fiberfill. Each little tuft of hair and his bright red nose is a pom-pom ball Grandma would make by wrapping yarn around a piece of cardboard just the right size for what she needed. His eyes and smiley mouth are stitched onto the white face. To top it all off is a tiny little crocheted hat sitting on his head.
This is a very happy clown and I just adore him. It is always such a pleasure for me to have something Grandma handmade. I am so very sentimental and I still miss her. These silly little "toys" make me happy.
I am linking this to Donna's Memory Lane Monday on Brynwood Needleworks blog. Thank you for sharing this memory with me.
May you each have a wonderful week ahead as we complete May. I am hoping to find time to play...