It's not often that I actually gasp when I open a gift, but how could I not when Tracy gave me this bagfull of glorious yarn (not to mention the coconut Hershey Kisses)? She could not have picked more perfect items, but I assume its mostly because we do ninety percent of our yarn shopping together. She so gets me.
Leslie pointed me toward Berocco's Bluebird, which is really Curly Purly's pattern, and it became a crazy, little obsession. The first bird's beak was a bit Jimmy Durante, and you can see the stuffing through the stitches.
So, I immediately made another on smaller needles and tweaked the beak. Ah, much, much better.
I fear I am becoming an instant-gratification knitter. But I was just not in the mood for Henry today. Besides, look how cute they look together.