My fingers might be getting smarter.
Over the weekend I resurrected my crocheting skills.
(By skills, I mean I learned how to crochet several sad-looking pot holders on a few consecutive Tuesday nights in the '70s at age 12.)
I was excited to finish this elephant--and a little worried in the process, as I wasn't sure he was going to come out quite so cute (the kids nicknamed him Hammer-head before I got his ears put on; he really did look like a soft gray mallet with eyes).
I used this book for the pattern.
The nameless little elephant just left
(via saltine box in the US Mail)
for New Hampshire to become my little nephew's
early adoption-day gift.