This little fellow sits on my bookshelf. My grandma knit about a dozen of these guys years ago to donate to some charity project. My grandpa saw them and felt a connection to this particular one, so my grandma kept it for him and gave the others away.
It’s nothing special in and of itself – just a knit tube sewn in a few places, but I’m so glad to have it. I like that my grandma made it, although it’s certainly not one of the more impressive things she ever made. And I like that my grandma kept it all those years. I think she must have liked him because my grandpa picked him out of the crowd. And that’s the other reason I like it so much.
Someday I think I’ll knit one of these myself, but for now it’s nice to have him standing guard on my bookshelf for me.