There seems to be an increase in granny related crochet around these parts. I’m finding the craft speedy and pretty as I search for warmth now that winter has decided it really will fall this year.
I admit it; these relatively warm weeks have lulled me into a laziness and a false belief that we have enough blankets, mittens, scarves, cosies etc etc BUT WE DO NOT – we never will. Never will the need to make blankets leave my mind until I have a house bundled to the rafters with them like those mad women who collect newspapers and when they die firefighters have to force their way into the building and hack a tunnel through the amassed paper to retrieve the body (imagination running away with me … chocolate rush, I apologise) before they discover that she died from a column of newspaper falling on her crushing her to death. That will be my fate. Except with blankets – I will suffocate on quilts and blankets and my life will be held up as a moral – not as a shining example, but as a terrible warning.
Unless global warming lulls me into a false sense of security by making winter so warm that I am too busy making fly swats to make slippers. Like this year. Winter just crept up so sneakily, and now I am playing catch up – knitting much too slow – we are sewing and crocheting our way to cosiness.
I don’t think crochet will ever replace my love for knitting, but it’s coming pretty damn close…
Now must make blankets, and covers and mittens, oh my!
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