Beginnings carry their own rushing wind, as if we start every adventure at the top of a hill and coast down. Then the bike slows and we have to pedal. The thought comes, is it worth pedaling in the direction we’re going?
I started this afghan more than a month ago. Ah, the excitement of the start! I decided to do an afghan to honor my great-aunt. I gathered together my leftover yarn.
This was going to be an amazing afghan! I would use up my leftovers and have something happy.
I grouped the skeins together: purples, brown, sea foam, white, black and khaki.
Missing those bright 1960s colors, I stopped at the store. I got cherry red and orange.
What’s better than the first loop, and the chain to start the afghan? I could pick the size. Of course it should fit our queen size bed! I chained 140 loops.
This is going to be the greatest thing I’ve ever made! Better than the forest floor prayer shawl. With that project, I had it in mind that I wanted to look like I’d rolled on the forest floor and come up wearing the shawl. It did turn out that way. Unfortunately.
Have you ever seen a six-foot woman wearing a shawl modeled on a forest floor?
I imagined I would look earthy, warm and natural, something from picturesque glades in Northern Europe.
What I looked like in reality was more unkempt—possibly rabid—squirrel than stylish Scandinavian.
All I need is a few twigs in my hair when I wear that shawl and I could pass for a veritable wild woods woman.
Give me a black kettle and a falling down cottage and the look would be complete. So that’s how that project went. I still wear the forest floor prayer shawl. Almost as a dare to see how people respond to it.
I used green fun fur in the shawl, so it’s super soft for hugs. It even feels like a forest floor, mossy and inscrutable!
But this afghan, it’s going to be marvelous!
As I started to work on it, I realized I needed more colors. I went to the store for bright yellow and a neon variegated yarn called Blacklight.
Because I’m impatient, I went with double crochet instead of single as my great-aunt did. I figured she was retired; she had the time to single crochet a bed-sized afghan. I have two jobs to work and high school football to watch so double crochet it is.
My ideal timeline for a project is two weeks. Then I’m ready to be at the top of the hill again. Even with the double crochet—and excessive tea drinking that keeps me up in the evening to work on it—this afghan is looking like it will demand three or four months. I’m in the pedaling phase.
I’m six weeks in with more than 9,000 stitches done. Only 18,000 more. But such a big number overwhelms me. Better to think of the fabulous finished project—so happy, so colorful!
This afghan, it’s going to be splendiferous!
I needed more colors for it to truly radiant the 1960s zeitgeist. I got some green and variegated blue.
My son said, “You bought six new skeins of yarn so you could make something that was going to use up your leftover yarn? Do you see a problem here?”
I don’t remember what I answered. I was too busy thinking…
This afghan, it’s going to be magnificent!