granny stripe blanket
Holy moly. This blanket took an epic long time to make, a bit like Lord of The Rings only less wordy and definitely more woolly.
A significant moment then, the finishing of a granny stripe blanket, the finishing of any blanket you have made yourself. I feel compelled to sing its praises because it has been a real labour of hate/love, a bit of an anticlimax (if I'm honest) but still freakishly delightful. Anticlimactic because I've spent all year trying to get it finished and now its done, I'm all bereft of the compulsion to crochet.
Not only is this the biggest crochet project I have undertaken, this old gal is enormous, it is also the most mind-numbingly lengthy, I started it in November 2011.
Yes you read that correctly, 2011. Three years. Three long years of waiting patiently to have it's day in the sunshine. Waiting so long that the first few rows, the ones crocheted in 2011, have gone all worn and a bit frayed. One end of my blanket is a bit used looking.
So long in the making that the bed it was being made for, the double bed in our spare bedroom, no longer exists. We don't have a spare bedroom anymore, nor a spare bed, instead we have a Betsy and she wasn't even a twinkle in our eyes when this blanket was born. Consequently, no spare bed, no home for this old granny.
So what to do with this huge and beautiful beast?
I could stand on a chair and display it (see below). I could build a tent, fort or even a snazzy and very warm strapless dress. I could keep literally hundreds of kittens warm or I could just fold it up on the back of the sofa and look forward to the next cold or snowy day.
Notes for crochet geeks, the pattern is here and the yarn used was Sirdar Snuggly DK because I wanted it to be soft, washable and not itchy and yes it is indeed the softest most not scratchiest blanket in the world although yarn snobs are surely shuddering at its 55% nylon, 45% acrylic composition.
Further notes for the crochety minded, if you are planning on taking this long to make a blanket then plan ahead and order enough yarn for the whole job right at the beginning. I am ashamed to say that my foot dragging resulted in three colours; the green, yellow and orange, being discontinued by Sirdar! I had to hunt spare balls down in tiny wool shops across the land, phoning each one (speaking to people in order to buy yarn, how 1980s), a big thank you especially to Bobby Davison in Hartlepool for literally saving my ass.