In this weeks episode of Top Design (on Bravo) the designers had to furnish their rooms with garage sale finds. One designer bought an afghan made by a man's grandmother for $25. I watched this episode from my bed, fingers twisted in my very own afghan-in-progress and felt very indignant on behalf of that grandmother.
Elizabeth taught me how to crochet a few weeks ago (oh patient and wise almostwin, what would I do without you?), and I have a newfound appreciation for all the time and effort that went into creating all the afghans strewn across our parents' house. I myself have three afghans all to myself, a purple and white one from my Grandma, a burgundy and gold one from my Granny, and a green and cream one from my mom. Watching their hands fly through the yarn, I always thought crochet would be, well, quick. I have proven myself wrong over and over again through the process of making my very own green/blue/purple afghan. I vow that I will never again take an afghan for granted. Even the hideous neon ones.
Somehow my afghan, originally intended for a full-sized bed, has come to be nine feet wide. I have no idea how this happened, but suffice it to say the width is now the length, the horizontal stripes now vertical. My huge, monster afghan is very simple, as are my crochet skills, and it is worked entirely in double crochet. It is a hodgepodge of mistakes, mostly. The first few rows travel inwards dramatically because I missed the stitches on the end, and there are noticable holes where I had to change strands, and couldn't figure out exactly how to do it, so I just made it up.
I know that most people haaaate acrylic yarn (and I still don't understand why, yarn-ignoramus that I am) but I'm planning on using this afghan and I have to be able to wash it, so I am using Caron Simply Soft. In country blue, orchid, dark sage, light country blue, dark country blue, and sage.
I saw the colors and just fell in love. They're so dreamy, the light ones almost pearlescent. I'm moving into a house with some friends in August and I'm already planning my entire room around these colors. I've been having daydreams about wall colors, curtains, sheets. I desperately want these wall decals in graphite, they're so lovely. Who wouldn't want a flock of doves soaring towards their window? Actually, I can think of a lot of people (my dad, for instance) but I am not one of them.
Anywho, I'm going to try to keep the blog updated on my progress with the afghan, so I can look back, see how far I've come, and keep motivated. After all, a nine-foot afghan is quite an undertaking.