Perhaps it is the flocks ("herds" doesn't allow for such clever word play) of flocked reindeer so ubiquitous at the holidays. Perhaps it is because they are the only pets that don't amplify my seasonal allergies. Or perhaps it is the fact that they are a perpetual line item (bold and underlined) on my yearly letters to Santa Claus. Whatever the reason, Dream Pets always remind me of Christmas. It doesn't really matter that the only two Dream Pets I own that are not currently in storage include a backpacking squirrel and a red-and-white poodle; I can't help but get wistful for the holiday season whenever I see a Dream Pet.
|At least I think it's a poodle...|
One might think that after my tedious dealings with Mary's Showgirl Halloween costume that I would have gotten my fill of red velveteen but after giving the remnants a second look, I started dreaming of a big Dream Pet. Attempting to recreate the red-and-white poodle Dream Pet in a large scale, would be my way of finally setting Halloween aside and welcoming in the winter holiday.
|I actually had nearly all the materials on hand - red velveteen, fiber fill,|
button nose, pink material for the tongue and eyelids, and black vinyl for the
eyelashes. The only thing I needed to buy was one skein of nubby white yarn!
Much like the crack team at Madame Tussaud's, I had to carefully study my subject, taking countless measurements, making several plaster molds, and photographing it from every angle.
|Or maybe, and much more likely, I just dove head first into making my own pattern with|
absolutely no technical understanding of pattern drafting/grading for poodles whatsoever.
After one rough draft, I started sewing, pushing past the usual thoughts of, "This is never going to work," that occur whenever I begin a new project. I was afraid I had hit a major roadblock when, after stuffing its red, velveteen body, I sewed the Dream Pet shut and stood up, or rather tried to stand up, my strange, faceless creation. The disproportionately-gargantuan head toppled the pet over every time. Mildly discouraged, I forged ahead, figuring that adding the tail would act as a suitable counterbalance; and wouldn't you know, it worked!
|Sure, my big Dream Pet's enormous head is cocked at a jaunty angle, the fur is bright white, and the eyes|
are a little high on the head. Nevertheless, I think this pair could easily pass in public as parent and child.
This Christmas, while most people are dreaming about luxury goods and a giant, red bow atop a brand new car, you can be sure that Mr. Tiny's Dream Pet reverie will only be briefly interrupted by the occasional visions of sugarplums dancing in my head.
Do you dream about Dream Pets? Do you collect them? Which is your favorite? Does a giant Dream Pet defeat the purpose of these terrifically-tiny little toys? Whether you dream of Dream Pets or White Christmases, we hope that all your holiday dreams come true!
"White Christmas" - Bing Crosby