I knit an owl. I really don’t have much to say about this. I am not particularly impressed with my owl, and I didn’t particularly like knitting my owl. But there it is.
When I was done knitting the owl, Bug decided she needed an owl. A striped owl, so I knit another owl. I did things a bit differently, but I still don’t love knitting owls.
Then, Bug decided I should knit a smaller owl. Because she is thinking of making a nest, but needs a baby owl. It looks like more owls are in my future despite the fact I don’t care for the knitting of them.
Introducting psychedelic googlie eyed baby owl: