Remember this scrap Granny blanket that I made a couple of years ago? It's been sitting in my living room ever since on the back of one chair or another. Once in a blue moon I'd throw it over my feet when they were cold, but mostly it just sat there looking pretty. Or not so pretty...I never really liked it much. The only reason I didn't give it away was because I loved the last few rounds of white, black, and aqua A LOT. I could always manage to fold it strategically so a lot of the good stuff was showing. But...
A few days ago, I walked by and noticed the above center. It was spontaneously coming unraveled...or was it? I have a sneaking suspicion that a skinny little white dog named Ollie had gnawed on it while I wasn't looking. I could sit down with it and figure out some way to save it, but instead, she's been relegated to the back porch for spring and summer.
She makes a nice decoration out there. I'm sure Janie will pull her off the back of the glider and snuggle up on her during the hours upon hours she loves to stay out there lying on the sunny corner. Spring days are coming quickly around here.
I'll make another one for the living room with the boxes of yarn I have stacked up around here. I think I'll use some softer colors this time. Who knows? I'll just crochet one round after another, pulling random colors out of the box and see what happens. I'm going to replicate the border if I can remember exactly what I did. I'll have to dig up the entries I made here when she was born. I'm sure I gave a link to it or outright wrote it down here.
If you look closely, you'll see my Dreamcatcher Ripple blanket laying on the other glider in that top picture. It's been out there all winter. I'm sure I laid it out there one day airing it out and just never brought it back in. Janie has been snuggled up in it more than a few times. I guess it's a porch blanket too now. There's no way in hell I could get all the dog hair and grass and dirt out of it now.
I'm glad they're both still being well-used and well-loved. Better than stuck in a stuffy closet never to be admired or loved by anyone. What's the point of that when you have no one to pass them down to? All of my blankets will someday be in a thrift shop with a pitiful $5 hand-scribbled on the price tag. How depressing.
Gawd. Now why did I go there? Time to get up and redirect my mind.