A year or so ago I stumbled upon a crochet pattern for a dragon. If you know me, you know my love for dragons. So I started making one. I picked a yarn that reminded me of Monet, my favorite painter. I had no particular need of a crocheted dragon, but I continued to make it because I enjoyed the challenge. Then one of my dear friends saw me working on it one night and “squeed.” Yes, literally. Hands to her mouth, eyes widening, squealing ensued. So when I was finished making it, I gifted it to her. After all, I hardly need more stuffed animals, my bookshelves are crowded with enough other dragon paraphernalia already.
A few weeks after getting her dragon, Ysmay decided it was her fencing mascot, and it would live in her fencing bag. Well, a fencing could hardly be a fencer if it had no armor. So I started making a chainmail shirt for her. Ysmay recently acquired her own chainmail shirt, so it was only fitting her dragon own one as well.
But just having a chainmail shirt would hardly complete this little lady’s fencing gear. I got really bored one night and made her a cloak in the colors of Ysmay’s fencing family, the Tadcasters. And so, the fencing dragon was adorned and ready to fight. Next up, a sword.