For the Love of Unfinished Blankies

The other day, I finished crocheting an afghan. I forgot how much I enjoy crocheting. It’s something I haven’t done much over the past few years, aside from a couple scarves.

The enjoyment I got from crocheting this afghan was different. Previously, I challenged myself by sticking to a pattern. The more complex the pattern, the better.

The afghan I just finished is my daughter’s favorite color: purple. I purchased a solid purple yarn, and a few variegated yarns with purple in them. I made stripes. No pattern. No challenge.

My daughter loved her afghan before it was finished. She would make me stop crocheting to use her blankie.

That’s the enjoyment that I got this time around. Knowing my two-year old loved her blankie before it was finished. No one else has the same blankie. No one else ever will. Mommy made it just for her.

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Author: Nessa

Librarian for people with visual and physical impairments, and mother of two sharp-witted alien children.

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