London: Pandora the pretty in pork piglet

Who can resist the smell of frying bacon wafting up the stairs and into your sleep on a sunday morning?

Well, probably not me. I have to say, however, that I ever since meeting Pickles the tiny porker back in January I’ve felt a little guilty for snacking on the flesh of her sweet and sour bretheren. Eating something you once knit a jumper for takes a guilt mastery that I have become shamefully skilled at. Nowadays I munch bacon butties without a thought for my porcine pal.

Pickles the tiny porker

Pickles the tiny porker

Until something comes along to wobble my carnivorous pedestal once more. Pickles really went to town on sticking to the pig stereotype and sadly outgrew the jumper in the week it took me to make it. That was despite it being adjustable to allowed for the pigging out that was quite likely to occur.

Lucky for all concerned there is no shortage of pretty pigs in London and the folks at Wildside quickly drafted in a slimmer model to fill the sleeves of the pudgy Pickles.

So here, for all of you who have waited patiently for a glimpse of the swine in my stitching, is the slim and sassy sow they call Pandora.

Pandora is pretty in pork

Pandora is pretty in pork

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For now I shall push away sausage sandwiches and have a nice salad instead.

At least until someone offers me spare ribs…

(A big thanks to the lovely Holly from Wildside for making all my pigknitting dreams come true)

20 thoughts on “London: Pandora the pretty in pork piglet

  1. BitterKnitter

    Does this give new meaning to the term “dressing for dinner”?? I’m readying bbq sauce… that’s all I’m sayin’.