This week has been switching between beautiful blue skies and sudden and torrential rain. Usually within 10 minutes of each other. This is challenging when you have a small who just want to go to the local park. In fact, I have just resorted to buying her a waterproof onesie so that the rain can’t interrupt play anymore! But you can tell she is starting to feel the cold when in the middle of August she starts to pick through my DK stash to identify the yarns she wants to go in her new blanket. Lots of different shades of grey with the occasional flash of colour. I think she has an eye for it, if I am honest.
And I really, really haven’t forgotten that I need to do the last 2 parts of the Granny Blanket pattern. I have the squares and I think I will pick those up and get cracking on those again next week so that I can finish the instructions for the complete blanket.
I really love that pattern. The first one was made in Ice yarn and its soft and cosy, but acrylic, and I noticed the other day that there is a honking great error (which you have to look closely to spot) in one place. It has taken me a long time to notice it, and it won’t stop me using it, but its annoying me. So I really want to finish my current incarnation of it, which is being worked up in hand-dyed merino yarn and which I intend to bury myself under as soon as its made. Its a good hibernation blanket that one, and mercifully it is quick to make.
Small person has asked for a square-based blanket but I am keen to try out a stripey blanket based on V stitch, as I saw one the other day made from scraps and it was just beautiful. So I will have a little play with that and, of course, I will document it on here in case you fancy making something similar.
Blankets were the thing that got me into crochet in the first place. It was my (still unrealised) desire to make a 1970’s style granny blanket that made me keep trying to fathom crochet out. I have made one for my Mum (shown below) and another for my daughter (pattern is the Attic 24 Cosy blanket, for those who fancy one of their own).
I have been pleased by how much she seems to enjoy it – it is a night time ‘wave’ when I tuck her in, a play mat, and a poorly blanket. It is something she can’t outgrow and will always have for as long as she wants it. And when she doesn’t want it any more, it will be a cherished momento of her childhood for me, as I sit and dribble into my cocoa, and wonder where the time went…Probably still watching the rain run down the window!