Ghost Crochet Earings

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Requirements: white Aunt Lydia #10 crochet thread
Hook              : 3.50mm
Twist light     : 2
Jump ring       : 2
Hook rings     : 2

  • ch = chain
  • sc = single crochet
  • dc = double crochet
  • inc = increase (see Special Stitches)
  • dec =decrease (see Special Stitches)
  • sp = space
  • ch-sp = chain space
  • st(s) = stitch(es)
  • rnd = round
  • RS = right side


Base :  Make a magic ring
row 1: sc in the magic ring  (10sc)
row 2: sc 2 in each of the sc from previous row (20sc)
sl st & cut the thread


Body : Make a magic ring
row 1 : sc 6 in the ring (6sc)
row 2 : sc 2 in each sc of previous row (12sc)
row 3 : sc 1 in first sc from previous row and inc in next sc * till the end (18sc)
row 4 to 9 : sc in each sc (18 sc)
row 10: sc in each sc from previous row inc only in last 2 stitches (20sc)

Frill:   *sc in first sc, hdc in the same sc, 2 dc in the next sc, hdc in the next sc with sc in the same sc as the hdc* repeat from * to * till the last sc. sl st & secure the thread.



Assembly :
Put the twisty part of the light through the magic ring of the base and secure it. Only the twisty part will be visible after the assembly is complete.
Stuff the body with fiberfill before sc around joining the base & the body.

With the black thread sew the eyes & with pink thread make the cheeks

Insert the jump ring on top of the head and secure after positioning the hook ring.


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