My mother crochets afghans of many different kinds and of all sorts of skill levels (depending on her mood and how hard she wants to work). She's made afghans with mooses on them for my sister, afghans that look like quilts, afghans that have soft crocheted flowers on them.
When I was little, I used to help her with the modular afghans (those made from granny squares or octagons) by stacking them by color. The colors and the weight of the yarn entranced me. I spent many happy hours while my mother crocheted, playing with yarn.
When I moved out of the house, my mother had six afghans. She asked me which one I wanted to take with me to my new, married life. I said "All of them."
And she gave them to me: the afghan with the crayon design, the gray and rose quilt, the psychedelically colored 'leftover yarn' octagon, the two long-line runner afghans, and the venerable granny square which is the first afghan I remember in my life. Since I've moved she's made me two more, one to match my sofa set, and a big heavy fuzzy one made when I admired one she'd made for her house.
She complains loudly to everyone that I 'stole' her afghans, but she always smiles when she says it. Once, she told me quietly that it made her very happy that I loved them all so much.
Did your parents ever do or give you anything like that?
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Date: 2003-07-29 09:01 am (UTC)When I was little, I used to help her with the modular afghans (those made from granny squares or octagons) by stacking them by color. The colors and the weight of the yarn entranced me. I spent many happy hours while my mother crocheted, playing with yarn.
When I moved out of the house, my mother had six afghans. She asked me which one I wanted to take with me to my new, married life. I said "All of them."
And she gave them to me: the afghan with the crayon design, the gray and rose quilt, the psychedelically colored 'leftover yarn' octagon, the two long-line runner afghans, and the venerable granny square which is the first afghan I remember in my life. Since I've moved she's made me two more, one to match my sofa set, and a big heavy fuzzy one made when I admired one she'd made for her house.
She complains loudly to everyone that I 'stole' her afghans, but she always smiles when she says it. Once, she told me quietly that it made her very happy that I loved them all so much.
Did your parents ever do or give you anything like that?
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Date: 2003-07-29 09:03 am (UTC)