Sweet Husband made a similar grey one as one of his first knitted projects. It's so cozy that every time I find it in our big box'o'winter wear, I'm tempted to steal it forever.
But then I feel bad. Because it took him forever to make, and I'm really not that much of a selfish prat.
Nonetheless, in the after Christmas lull, I decided it was time to make my own. The base yarn is a skein of Tiny Dino Studios sock yarn that I bought at Woolfest last year. I tried knitting it up by itself, but it needed something more.
That something was a two skeins of super fine mohair in a color about a step warmer. As I was knitting the two together I thought of Rumpelstiltskin spinning straw into gold.
Second, sometime just after Christmas the Kid got into the habit of asking me for stories. "Tell me a train story!" he would demand as we rode in the car or settled down for sleep at night. Two or three stories naturally developed, but one--"A Train Dream"--quickly became the favorite.
A bit predictably, given the storyteller, it's about how wonderful adventures happen when you listen to your mama and go to sleep at night. There's an engine, lots of chuffing and whooshing, a yippy dog named Moe who's lost his squeaky toy, and a scary lion who just wants a shot at being a train engineer.
The Kid liked the story enough that I thought it would be fun to get it written down for posterity. Since I can't draw well enough to satisfy the pictures in my head, I gathered some toys and photographed them acting out the story, instead. Then I used Blurb to print the book out.
At about $40 with shipping, it's too expensive to do for every story we come up with. But I'm really happy with the quality of the book, and I had so much fun making it. I think it's going to be a great way to memorialize a few truly special tales.