It's looking bleak that any woman will ever love me so much as to crochet me a Cthulhu. My mother might have done it in healthier days, but now she's all stroked out on me. Certainly, my gaggle of Cambodian child brides don't seem up to the task. Which means that if I want my own crochet Cthulhu, I need to start seducing Craftster.org user PerpetualHysteria, stat.
She seems to be the only one who knows how to make one, and she's just not coughing up the info. As she explains:
Honestly, just look at that Cthulhu, with his knit wings and shoe-button eyes. Couldn't you imagine it tucked under the arm of some adorable Polish poppet? I wish my children to carry around such a Cthulhu by his foot, like a teddy bear, and suck his tentacles while they sleep.
He who sleeps under the sea... in adorable semi-amigurumi no-pattern form? [Craftster]
