Back in April,
lydy asked if anyone would like a handmade afghan. I totally wanted a handmade afghan. When I was a kid, my family had one that had been crocheted by one of my great-aunts. (I think.) It was yellow and harvest gold, acrylic, with a fringe. I was very fond of it.
The afghan Lydy crocheted for me is blue and sort of a silvery-cream, with lots of interesting textures. Pictures here. I love it. Kiera, who is fond of (a) soft things, (b) pretty blankets, and (c) anything knitted or crocheted by hand, immediately tried to appropriate it for her bed. So far I've thwarted her.
Its arrival was also perfectly timed: even though it's only early September, the temperatures today dropped into the 50s with wind gusts that made it feel like late fall. When Molly and I went out to the sleeping porch to read (I've been reading her the Miles Vorkosigan novels; we're on Cetaganda) I brought my afghan. (It was cold enough that Molly actually brought a blanket for herself, too.) It was cozy.
Lydy, thank you again!
The afghan Lydy crocheted for me is blue and sort of a silvery-cream, with lots of interesting textures. Pictures here. I love it. Kiera, who is fond of (a) soft things, (b) pretty blankets, and (c) anything knitted or crocheted by hand, immediately tried to appropriate it for her bed. So far I've thwarted her.
Its arrival was also perfectly timed: even though it's only early September, the temperatures today dropped into the 50s with wind gusts that made it feel like late fall. When Molly and I went out to the sleeping porch to read (I've been reading her the Miles Vorkosigan novels; we're on Cetaganda) I brought my afghan. (It was cold enough that Molly actually brought a blanket for herself, too.) It was cozy.
Lydy, thank you again!