our story
These knitted burros, true to their breed, work hard for a cause. Born out of love, and idle hands after my own neurosurgery a couple years ago, I learned to knit and a donkey came out. This new friend did me much good — i believe that learning to make him saved my brain as it suffered some of the less-discussed effects of the cervical tampering, but also this burro is simply quite dashing, and the best of buddies. He wasn’t averse to going with me to water aerobics despite the humidity, nor did he object to physical therapy even though the electro-magnetic treatment frizzed out his mane, and never rolled his french-knot eyes when i’d ask him to carry my pillow to the deli or the movies.
So upon a favorable reception from other, much more seasoned knitters at the local shop where i had been learning, I decided to jump (scoot gingerly) into the driver’s seat (with an ergonomic pillow) and urge this cart forward, powered by neuroburros. Since then, we’ve made hay, and haste, and knitted a herd which has hit the road to help carry the load of other patients on the mend.
taking a spin around Patagonia
A California native, I have lived Argentina for 13 years, and I brought Brandon, the original neuroburro, back to Buenos Aires with me after my surgery. I made a few more and have seen that, despite not being able to roll their “r”s very well in spanish, they are fluent at making people feel better, so we are hoofing it to connect kids with their new wild-haired and tender-hearted amigos both north and south. As my two hands are no match for this task, I am recruiting other knitters who are helping get the herd outfitted and ready to hotfoot it to their new homes.