Meet the Snooter-doots!

Rumors of their existence started circulating about 25 years ago, but they were never seen. Until now. Let's meet some Snooter-doots!


Pete and Repete,Two-Peas-in-a-Pod:

As the older twin, Pete usually did things first. Repete often copied him, which irritated Pete greatly. After a long talk with the Ol’ Bix, Pete realized that Repete was just eager to be as cool as Pete was. So, Pete changed his attitude and accepted the compliment. They are now as close as, well, two-peas-in-a-pod.

Beemer, the Bumblebee:
Beemer thought of himself as the ‘Big Bee on the Block’. As a worker-bee his specialized job was to track down the best fields of blooming flowers, which he thought to be the MOST important position in the hive. Queen Bee became a bit concerned about his attitude so she asked the Ol’ Bix to have a chat with him. When she did, Beemer realized that EVERY job is important and the hive survives because they all work together like a well-tuned German sports car.

Starla, the Starfish:
Everyone in Starla’s tidepool thought she was a little ditsy because she was always staring at the moon. They teased her for being a day-dreamer and thought her to be lazy. That began to hurt Starla’s feelings. When she asked the Ol’ Bix what to do, the Ol’ Bix advised her to remember that the most successful Snooter-Doots (and HumanFolk too) know that you should aim for the moon ‘cause even if you miss, you will land among the stars. Starla liked that!

Ralph, the Hand Puppet:
Dave loved to talk. Talk, talk, talk. Snooterville Junction folks thought it to be more like “blah, blah, blah’, as he didn’t seem to care what he said, as long as he got to talk. The Ol’ Bix took him aside one day and, when she could get a word in edgewise, she cautioned him to think more carefully about what he said before he opened his mouth. Luckily for all of us, he took her advise.


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"Mama Snooter, where do Snooter-doots come from?"

Well, Virginia, that’s a pretty long story. Let’s start here:

I knit each Snooter-doot to-shape first. It is a mostly a series of increases and decreases in just the knit (garter) and purl stitches. I use 100% wool, or wool/alpaca/llama, yarn. I buy it new rather than using upcycled sweaters because after all that knitting I need to be sure it will actually felt well. (We’ll discuss wool & felting later.)

Before & after felting

I’ve got a pretty good understanding of my basic proportions now, and have standardized most of my patterns, so I can usually ‘guess-timate’ what it may take to produce a new critter if it is based on an existing shape. There’s a wide range of shrinkage to account for when you are felting wool. If it’s an entirely new Snooter-doot shape, it usually takes at least three or four prototypes to get it just right. (I’ll tell you all about inspiration another time.)

I run what I call ‘blanks’ on my knitting machine. That produces a straight ‘tube’ that I then finish by hand with all the shaping it takes to create each different softie. Some of our Snooter-doot friends must be knit entirely by hand, like Carl Carrot, Morrie Monster, and our newest BFFs, the Hearts. (I can show you some knitting basics later, if you are interested.)

Once all the knitting is done, wings and fins and greens attached, everybody takes a hot, bumpy ride in the washing machine. Sometimes it takes several ‘rides’ to get the felting done just right. When it is, they all sit out to dry on their special drying rack in the basement.

Now comes the fun part! When they are all completely dry, I stuff ‘em! I use polyester fiberfill, and pack it quite tightly so they will hold their shapes well, but they are still called ‘softies’ even though they are so firm. Then, I attach their whimsical, wonky eyes – that’s what makes a Snooter-doot a Snooter-doot, you know! I do that by ‘needle-felting’ (I’ll show you how that works later).



Needle-felting the eyes



Once their eyes are securely in place, I determine what their name will be. Sometimes they tell me; sometimes I have ideas of my own to suggest. That day becomes their official birthday, and my softies are then ready for adoption into their forever families.

 

That, Virginia, is where Snooter-doots come from.