Crafty, Crafty Geek
So far, most of what I’ve blogged about is geeky stuff. This time, I’m blogging about a reawakened passion of mine.
A million years ago when I was a little kid (this is how my kids start all of their stories, so I’m borrowing the line), my Mom taught me how to crochet. I remember it seemed to take forever to get the hang of it. But once I did, I wanted more. I made some little baby toys, a block and a ball, for my cousin when he was born. I dropped it for a long time, then picked it back up in my early adulthood. Making afghans for myself and others got me through some really miserable years. I made a Christmas afghan for myself and one for my parents and these are still yuletide favorites in both houses. I plan to make more of them because the pattern is really lovely.
I’ve made a few regular afghans for my home, one of which Ray quickly dubbed his Blankie. When I was pregnant with Timmy, I made a set of stuffed Winnie-the-Pooh characters. The kids love these and play with them often.
With two babies, cramming in working hours, and being a housewife, my hobby got dropped by the wayside. I reluctantly packed all of my craft books, yarn, and everything last spring when we were preparing the house for showings.
This fall, however, the mania hit me and I just had to make something. I decided on a new blankie for Ray. I picked a super easy pattern, but the problem was it was too easy and boring. If not for the lovely colors of the yarn, I doubt I would have stuck with it.
When I found out that Mom was going to have to start chemo again, and that she was having major surgery, I really wanted to make something that would be a comfort for her. Enter this lovely afghan.
This pattern was so much more interesting, even though I hate granny squares. It went quite quickly, as I took it with me everywhere and worked on it whenever Ray was driving. I got a lot done at the hospital on the day she had her surgery, too. Kellie and I were finally able to take it over to her a week ago and she loves it.
Next up? KNITTING! I have started a few projects, but never finished anything. Mom didn’t teach me how to knit and I don’t remember ever seeing her with a pair of needles, although I did inherit a ton of them from her. I knew I had to pick an interesting pattern if I wanted to keep with it and I thought a strip afghan would be nice because it is portable. I found a bunch of mill ends bags at Pat Catan’s with this lovely yellow yarn that has very subtle shading in it. I’m convinced it is Homespun. This is the yarn I used on Ray’s blankie and, although a bit of a pain to work with, it ends up being warm and soft.
This blankie is for my mother-in-law, who constantly admires the work I do. I know she’d love something hand-made of her own. But, sshhhhhh! It is a surprise!
The pattern I’ve chosen (after lots of searching on Ravelry) is a very cool aran afghan with lots of braids and cables, and even vines! Can’t get bored with this! I am starting with the center panel because I’m not sure I actually like the end ones. I’m gonna wing it and probably make up my own strips for the sides. I’m actually very proud of myself because I’ve created charts for the patterns in the center panel. It took me a while to learn how to make them, but these are infinitely easier to follow than the written instructions. I don’t lose my place nearly as often.
I wanted to protect my charts as I haul them here and there, so I bought some sheet protectors. I’m keeping my place using an old roll of painter’s tape. I’ve used sticky notes in the past, but they loose their stickiness really quickly and they don’t come in a wide form. The tape is working perfectly.
Once Mom K’s blanket is finished, I’ve queued up a Spiderman blankie for Timmy and a Princess one for Kellie. I also had an idea to knit up a bunch of interesting scarf patterns and then sew them together into an afghan. Hopefully, this mania won’t end until I’m finished with all of these!
Anyway, if you are crafty and you are on Ravelry, friend me up. I’d love to see what everyone else is making.




