It’s been a big few weeks for the not so little knitted London monster.
He’s managed keep his stitched spirits up despite being soaked in the rain every day (you call this Summer?) and after his tattoo-incident last week he was hungry for some more elaborate body art than the awful cover-up job I did. It’s a well-known fact that every tattoo should feature a skull and crossbones. It’s true.
And so I fashioned a little knitted tattoo for my lovely monster, and applied it with the minimum of monster screaming.
All of this excitement was utterly eclipsed by the first meeting of Whodunnknit’s woolly brethren. Yes, ladies and gents, Plarchie the giant knitted squid (who wore his elegant moustache for the occasion) was finally introduced to his stitched sibling for the first time ever. It was a beautiful handmade monster moment. I can’t deny that I shed a few tears, while quaking in my boots at the potential horror I was releasing on the world.
But London is a fearless place. Were the general public scared? Hell no! They revelled in the squid/monster action. The fools!
In fact some visitors were downright brazen in their lack of terror. Observe!
London, I salute you in your unflinching fearlessness. Never have I witnessed such bravery.
And I’m really sorry that so many of you didn’t survive the day…
Happily for all the kids Muncher and Plarchie don’t eat children. It’s an NPSCC Charity project. It would just be wrong. Though Plarchie did eat one of the last kid’s shoes. Which was really very restrained for Plarchie. You know how he is…