a circle

Last night I was very cold.  I sat at my desk, wrapped up in a blanket, waiting for summer.  Once people began arriving home I moved from the office to couch, taking my blanket with me.  I got up to pour a glass of wine, returned to the couch and was greeted by this image.

Two crochet blankets.  The one on the couch was made by my Great Aunt Betty.  I rescued it from my Grandma's closet where she had it practically hermetically sealed after being dry cleaned.  I know she did this because it is special.  She understands the work that went in to the blanket and does not want it to be harmed.  Me, I also understand that it is special and I know full well the work that went in to creating such a large, multicolored piece.  Here is where we are different.  I think that something special needs to be used to be fully appreciated.  I think it should be used as often as possible.  Using it to bring joy to a life is the best way you can say you love something.  So I use this blanket, often.

The second blanket in the photo, the one draped over the arm of the couch, just happens to be my very first crocheted blanket.

I did not know my Great Aunt Betty well.  She lived on a big'ol ranch in Montana.  I am a city girl.  The one time I remember visiting her, our little convertible got stuck on their dirt road and "the men" came and lifted it up and set it right.  That was followed by a tour that included bulls and other things to terrify a city girl.  Still, here we are, 40 odd years later, two blankets, a full circle.

 

Comments

[kate]

Aw. That makes my heart happy.

I love looking at the sweaters my mum has knit me, and the ones she knit my son when he was little. Connections.

[Julia]

I'm with you - handmade objects have power, and that power needs to be used. How nice that you have continued the fiber tradition!

[Toby]

What a lovely post and photo. :)

It WAS cold yesterday. I spent 4 hours with my horses and I'm still cold today.