we’ve been talking about adding iceland’s yule lads to KP:POS for years now. but you know, thirteen is a lot of anything.
tucker had some different interpretations going through his head at various times. he had thought of portraying them all as corvids. we had looked into some rather complicated puppetry. and then we just kind of sat on it for awhile. but then when linda wanted to be gryla this year, and we had a number of burgeoning yule cats, it seemed clear that some yule lads would be necessary.
tucker also recognized, after some research, that the yule lads visit, one after the other, beginning on december 12th — so we were right on time!
while we have yet to see how the yule lads conform to their ogress mother, tucker has made all thirteen of their heads, in felted wool with styrofoam bases.
since they are so small, and since all artifacts of krampuslauf philadelphia are exposed to the elements and possible trampling the minute they become part of the event itself, we decided it was a good idea to show them all off now, up close.
i will say though that felted wool is very difficult to photograph! and with just an iPhone, the big difference in depth with these enormous noses makes it very hard to get great detail. i have hopes that grylla and her sons will maybe get a portrait session after lauf, so that all this beautiful work may be adequately captured.
linda is a good friend to us. our family is excited about her having these and i’m very excited to see how she uses them.
here they are, in the order of their appearance!
and NOW, in the order of their appearance!
the “sheep-cote clod”, he harasses sheep, but is impaired by his stiff peg legs. (of which he has none currently.)
“gully gawk” — he hides in gullies waiting for opportunities to get into the cowshed and steal milk. (note the bandit mask.)
“stubby” is very short and steals pans to eat the crust left in them. (i find this to be better than dinner myself sometimes.)
here’s where we start getting into alphabet letters that i do not necessarily have the hang of. this “spoon-licker” is very thin and malnourished due to the fact that all he does is steal spoons to lick. is it easier to steal spoons than, say, crackers? why doesn’t he change it up a bit?
this one is a “pot-scraper” who steals leftovers from pots… really. they’ve got this so divvied up that there is a difference between “leftovers in pots” and “crust in pots” and the spoons go to an entirely different lad. it’s the icelandic cosa nostra.
a lot of licking going on, i see. this one is a “bowl-licker” who is specifically after the remnants of askur, which are lidded bowls.
i don’t think this one ALWAYS looks like donald trump, but OUR hurdaskellir does. he is a “door-slammer” and especially likes to slam them during the night. this is better than licking them in my opinion.
if there is one thing i have learned since watching tucker make stuff, it’s that he loves a big nose and flared nostrils. this “skyr-gobbler” loves skyr, which is a kind of yogurt.
this “sausage-swiper” hides in the rafters where sausages are being smoked. hopefully to take them entirely, not just to lick them.
a “window-peeper” who looks in windows for things he might steal.
a “doorway-sniffer” who uses his acute sense of smell to locate the yule bread made in iceland (laufabrauo).
ew. as if i did not have to give enough people around here hints about their nose. “meat-hook” uses a hook to steal meat.
this is my favorite. i love the gin blossoms. this “candle-stealer” follows kids around to steal their tallow candles (which he can then eat; that’s actually quite paleo.)
as usual, tucker has done an amazing job. i’m so glad that KP:POS has given him an opportunity to be creative. and again, we know that anything can happen to such small, light creatures so we thought it was a good idea to memorialize them early! it’s a big post, but if he can make thirteen completely distinct characters out of styrofoam balls and some bags of wool remnants, i can certainly blog about them.
if anybody wants to correct any spelling, i suggest you go felt a head.
(no, really, i’ll go back and fix things at some point if i get the hang of that alphabet on my keyboard.)