As this post, my husband and I are on day 56 of our stay-at-home time. We’re still married and are actually getting along pretty well, thank goodness. For me, an interesting happenstance has come out of this time. I’m finishing incomplete projects, like the art project I posted about last month.
So, there are urban legends and there are family legends. I’m about to tell the tale of one of our family legends. A crocheting one.
When my daughter found out she was pregnant with our first grandchild, I let my joy fill me with enthusiasm. I did what most budding grandparents, at least, grandmothers, do. I decided to make a baby blanket. I don’t quilt, though I admire those that do. I don’t knit. I have, on a rare occasion, crocheted, so that was what I opted for.
I finished the project this week. My grandson, our first grandchild and the baby who was supposed to receive that blanket, turned 28 years old in January. Yep, you figured that right. It took me almost thirty years to finish this blanket. Turns out, I really don’t like to crochet that much.
But I kept at it. I only worked on it when I was in a place of peace and happiness. I wanted to be sure that blanket was infused with nothing but love. I took the project to our annual winter cabins and most of the work I did over the years happened there. It is, and always will be, my happiest place. Surrounded by our kids and grandkids.
But because I worked on it there, I think it became a family legend.
Now, my grandson and his fiancé have their own baby, born in March. A girl who is so adorable and so loved. And because of her birth, I knew I had to finally finish this blanket. It didn’t turn out perfect. Over the years, I didn’t keep a close enough eye on how it was growing, so it got a little out of shape and I had to adapt.
Even though it’s far from perfect, I feel an immense sense of relief and accomplishment. I should have finished this blanket 30 years ago, but I DID finish it and that’s the hug I’m giving myself today.
And I’m putting the word out. I will not be crocheting any more blankets, thank you. This one gave me 30 years of reflection and love, and that’s quite enough for me. I’m going back to hats and headbands. 🙂
Stay safe, stay healthy.