Now, Piglet lived in a very grand house in the middle of a beech tree in the middle of the forest - and Piglet loved it. The house had been in the family for a long long time and had his grandfather's name on a broken sign to prove it: TRESPASSERS WILL.
"That," Piglet would explain, "is short for TRESPASSERS WILLIAM, my grandfather's name."
from "Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day." Walt Disney's Winnie the Pooh Storybook. 1989.
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"That," Piglet would explain, "is short for TRESPASSERS WILLIAM, my grandfather's name."
from "Winnie the Pooh and the Blustery Day." Walt Disney's Winnie the Pooh Storybook. 1989.
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On my coffee table, there is a book: red and fraying at the corners, the embossed design of the cover worn down to a scattering of gold flecks. The image that's left is half of Winnie the Pooh, seated, with one golden finger suspended in the air. The other half - whatever he was holding in one chubby hand, and the rest of his face - are blotted out by a water stain.
There are twin mysteries there: what, exactly, did the Silly Old Bear's face used to look like? And what on earth did I spill on it back in 1991, when I was three and my favorite pastime was stealing crumbs of cheese from the family refrigerator?
(The first question is easy enough to address with a quick Google search. As for the second, the world may never know.)
What I do know is that from ages 3 to 8 or so, the Winnie the Pooh Storybook was my literary comfort food.
When I listened to - and later, read - the words, I was reminded of the forest outside my back door: I felt the sun through the trees; heard the singing of water and the hush of pine needles beneath my feet. I knew the characters as I knew my friends, in all their habits and foibles and joy. And through their stories - of meeting new people, overcoming fear, and practicing kindness in small ways - I learned how to be a person.
All of that from a red, water-stained book - which is why, over two decades later, it still sits on my coffee table.
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And so, this week I'm very excited to release Trespassers William, a collaboration with my friend Kenneth of The Homestead Hobbyist, featuring his beautiful yarn and inspired by my childhood love of Winnie the Pooh.
I hope you love it too.
You can check out the pattern on Ravelry here, or purchase directly below.
Happy Wednesday, friends. <3
Cory
1 comment:
The shawl is absolutely beautiful, Cory! Buying the pattern right now :-) Thank you for telling the lovely story behind it.
Diane
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