Housework isn’t always boring.
I was going through some things in the house yesterday, when I decided to take a peek in the old toy box – not Goodnight’s toys – but Angel’s. I made most of her toys when she was little. As a knitter, I never seemed to tire of knitting dolls and clothes, and all sorts of animal friends for her.
One of the old faces smiled at me when I was cleaning yesterday. It wasn’t my most ambitious knitting undertaking ever, but it certainly was fun. I knit my daughter a Jack-in-the-Box. I knit Jack and I knit his box, too. Oh . . . there was no crank or music inside to go with the box. That was the ‘play pretend’ part of our fun. I taught Angel how to hold her hand over the cover and sing “All Around the Mulberry Bush” and then let go of the knit box lid at just the right moment to let ‘Jack’ out.
To make the Jack-in-the-Box, I began with the spring. I got the spring custom wound to the height, diameter, and tension that I wanted. I needed the spring before I could start knitting because I needed to knit a tube to cover the spring. After that, it was just like making a doll without legs. Jack’s box was nearly a cubic foot in volume and each of the six sides had clown graphics knit in them: six different clowns. Over time, I decided that the box was too large to store. I detached Jack (and his spring) from the box and kept him. I still think he has the happiest face in the toy box.