My Grandma taught me how to crochet. She was soooo patient as I created another and yet another triangle shaped blanket. Keep in mind, I was about 8 when these lessons started! Since triangle making was my best skill at the time, she dared not teach me how to actually read the pattern. It may have caused me to run from crafting forever -- or not. So to this day, I cannot read a crochet pattern. This blanket was created without a pattern, so please don't ask for one! A friend of mine taught me basics and I went from there. The blanket was completed over several long road trips or quiet weeks at a cabin. I will even admit that it was in our family room for several months with hundreds of strings hanging out all over! No worries, the Super Bowl provided the prefect opportunity for me to sit and mindlessly weave in threads. And now it is finished.
The blanket will reside in our bedroom. Matches perfectly in our purple bedroom. Grayish purple. And just so you know, I really am not a fan of purple, but I do like my bedroom color. Maybe purple is growing on me....
What was I thinking when I picked the yarn colors? That is what your are thinking too, isn't it? The answer -- I have no idea. None. They were not even in the clearance bin!
Maybe they work after all. You tell me. Do they?
This is one of my favorite spots in our home. These woods are my view every morning when I wake. LOVE IT.