When I’m not writing, and I’m bound and determined to watch television–I can rarely sit through T.V. anymore without doing something with my hands–I have started making a new blanket.
This is my color palate, aka using all the scrap yarn I’ve accumulated over the years to make my first full sized blanket.
My grandmother made a lot of afghans and I have a huge collection of them, but I’ve never actually made my own. Well, I made a baby blanket for my daughter when I was pregnant with her, and I think I made one for my son, but that was it.
I’ve always wanted to complete one, and I was looking at one of the afghans Grandma made me, one that I knew was really simple, but for the life of me I couldn’t figure out exactly what the pattern was. And it hit me, like a bonk on the head. I could see the pattern, and I felt like a dork for not figuring it out before.
I grabbed some scrap yarn and attempted to copy it, just a few shells to see if I had it right. Took a few times, but I got it figured out.
My grandmother Jane made a lot of blankets using this pattern. (see, we have her burgundy and off-white one, and of course, my little guy had to be in frame, and next to it, is Big Grandma (what we called Grandma Jane, courtesy of my kids who confused “big” with “great” when we tried to explain “Great Grandma” to them) I have this one, I believe my mother has about four that she made with the same concept–every time Mom would get a new bedspread, Jane would make her a new blanket to match.
