In my collection of children’s books there are some well thumbed Beatrix Potter books. One story is about an impertinent squirrel who goes by the name of Nutkin. He is always getting into scrapes with Old Brown owl. I recall he is particularly fond of acorns, stashing them for winter food.
This cushion is named after the lady that gave me the wool I used. It was many, many years ago and vintage at the time, so super vintage now! I’d almost forgotten about it so it was a nice surprise when it was unearthed.
It’s Saturday morning. Comfy clothes. Late breakfast of raisin pastries for sustenance before a hard afternoon with a ball of wool.