Oh I do love a beautifully executed crochet blanket. And this fits the bill in everyway. I thought I'd start a little feature maybe every couple of weeks where I find a beautiful granny square blanket to give you some inspiration for colourways or blocks... please send me any links you think I should consider!
Sadly, the above blanket does not belong to me (though I would love it to!) Alyssa, from Alyssa B Young crocheted this beauty in Caron Simply Soft. There are some gorgeous colourways in there, if I ever finish the blankets I have on the go I'd love to give these corals, turquoise, beige, greys, light blues and purples a whirl. They make for a pretty contemporary scheme.
The start of this blanket began when Alyssa was attending a very long seminar for her grad class and the professor mentioned that he was fine with people knitting or crocheting during class. So, with an 'in' she was straight down to Wal Mart in her lunch break! I think, knowing how much of a headache you can get working out how to put the colours together that the girl certainly has the 'eye' - don't you agree?
I really like that it's not edged, it doesn't seem to need it, the creamy white is so bold.
And I love the little circles in the middle of the blocks, something I have yet to try, but an idea high on the list having seen these results.
Despite being taught knitting by her mother about 10 years ago Alyssa only started crocheting in 2010. Using the wonder that is Youtube (seriously, this is where you need to dedicate some time with crochet, these videos are wonderfully helpful if you are ever stuck) with much practice this blanket got started in January this year and 165 squares later here it is....
The blog is also heavy in heaps of other lovely ideas interspersed with family blogging for you to savour at your leisure.
It's that time of the week again and finally I am making something other than granny squares. I figured taking lots of different balls of yarn camping at the weekend wouldn't really work out so I needed a project that I could start, one ball, one hook.
Do you remember this?
And I didn't really like what I'd done, making up my own pattern, I kind of hated it in fact...
So on Thursday I picked up a copy of Inside Crochet and had a flick through and decided the shawl on the front cover I quite liked, so I got it. I'm not really into buying crochet magazines, they're expensive and too broad in their aesthetic. I prefer ravelry or books for patterns, generally the feel of alot of the patterns is so far off 'me' it seems pointless to spend £4.99 on a magazine. I reckon there are 3 or 4 items in this issue I would perhaps try out. There are a few I wouldn't spend my time on but it's difficult to strike the balance I guess for the crochet market. What I wouldn't give for a more contemporary crochet magazine though, with chunky knits, where the cut makes baggy jumpers flattering, cool shawls, NICE cardigans, nothing knitted with an A line at the waist thankyou, straight necklines and cool slouchy hats. It would be beautifully shot like a toast promotional....I'm getting ahead of myself.
It will happen, one of these days.
I've got the pattern down now so it's coming along relatively (this is me we are talking about) quickly. It is so nice not to be doing granny squares! I do love them, but creating something different is a welcome change. I have been doing the grannys with a 5mm hook though and this one I'm using a 3.75mm which took some getting used to, my hands didn't seem to work properly for a bit.
And I do like the colours but most importantly I cannot wait to have something finished!
For more WIPS (Works in Progress) visit Tami's Amis blog by clicking the image below.
After a weekend of camping, less than adequate sleep, some less than healthy food (and drink) I don't think I was feeling my strongest on Monday morning. Spread a bit thin is putting it mildly.
And it didn't help that Gwyn took the day off work to witness the important occasion and then couldn't walk for more than 5 minutes because of his bad leg. We had to leave him sitting on a bench in the end only a street away. I think I might have held it together a little bit more had he been there. Instead, I was brave whilst I was with her and then spent the entire walk home sobbing wracking sobs and continued on the sofa for an hour or so before I felt spent and indulgent and just done in quite frankly.
Ruby was so inordinately excited and looked so brilliant in her uniform that ultimately it was a proud moment leaving her in the classroom. But it does feel hugely significant, all *that* is over now: The pushing her in a baby swing, watching her smear her food all over her face when she ate with her hands, the ridiculous toddler dancing she did ALOT of, the falling asleep in the buggy, the falling asleep in my arms. All those baby toddler things that just aren't a part of the daily round anymore. I know they get replaced with fresh and amazing other quirks and happiness, I really do. I just can't articulate or quantify what it is about the starting school thing that makes my heart ache so much. It's like when I stopped feeding or moved her out of a cot and realised we weren't going to be kissing through the bars before bed time again times about one million. I actually feel it.
And I'm not broody before you suggest I pop another out!
Just time to be in the present and not feel tempted to grasp the past I guess...
I CANNOT believe it is the last week of the holidays. A matter of days and 'the baby' I referred to in earlier less accomplished (*AHEM*) posts is going to big school! A friend of mine gave birth this week to a beautiful baby girl and I looked at the photos and thought to myself, 'I used to have one of them.'
So I have been packing in alot of days out this holiday and this week was no exception. Pride on Saturday was pretty hard work to be honest. We waited it out about an hour and fifteen minutes for the parade to pass us on London Rd, there was only so far a coffee and some snacks could take us before they bored of sitting stationery. George was fairly furious and generally fed up all round. He'd had a late night and just didn't seem to shake the grumpiness. As a consequence bad behaviour and tantrums ensued for most of the morning. Were it not for the many fire engines representing the gay fire services, the morning could have been excruciating.
Ruby was up for a croissant and a bit of whistle blowing though so she took the edge off the stern looks from George (see above...his expression did not really change) and his constant requests to go home. My best quote was 'this is mad mummy! there are lots of men in their pants and no other clothes!' she seemed entirely oblivious there were a multitude of men dressed as women also - I genuinely don't believe a 4 year old can clock drag.
'So why are we here then Ruby? Do you know why everyone is celebrating today?' I asked.
'To have fun!' she replied. Which I suppose is pretty on the money but I went with, 'it's because everyone is happy that people can love who they want'. She of course responded with a fairly non plussed expression and blew her whistle loudly. I saw a sign that morning saying if you are gay in 90 countries around the world you will be persecuted and in 7 you actually get executed! It's 2012 - that's just shocking. I obviously didn't give her those kind of stats but I do think it was worth touching on why everyone was having a party in the street.
We had a sweet group hug that morning in which Ruby said 'We three are the best aren't we?!' So nice after all my unacknowledged effort last week. I felt a bit sad Gwyn wasn't there because I know of course she would have included him, but I guess it has been us three for most of the holiday and that sentence felt like a fitting tribute.
It's a bit of a photo heavy post this one, (c'mon...I am not the first person to use their blog as a handy online diary of the heavily edited highlights of their life am I?)
Above was at Shoreham Airshow on the Sunday. Man Oh Man what a way to spend a Sunday. That was hard work as well. Drizzly, overcast, cloudy, cold. There are INFINITELY better ways to spend a Sunday morning than wandering round an airfield on a day like that. We were there for 3 hours and only saw a helicopter flying about. No craft took flight because the conditions were so, well, crap. It was fairly underwhelming watching the aeroplanes taxiing from one end of the runway to another. I felt really sorry for the organisers because it really would have been an extraordinary day out if it was fine weather.
Instead we got jammed buggy wheels from the wet grass and cold cold bones.
But as always, in a large open space, for some reason the children are inexplicably game for anything providing there is food and they can run around.
And someone got to pretend to drive a Harley. Amazing.
All difficulties at the weekend are forgiven now the sun has returned....
This was yesterday...
Just can't really believe that I won't constantly have my two little sidekicks by my side all the time from next week.
On the plus, George and I will get to spend more time together, just us.
Anyone else got the firstborn starting school? Or any tips from more experienced mummys?
Late post.... It's turning out to be an extremely busy week. Can you see the seams on this? They go across and start at the top, going down until the yarn ball. I am making ssssssllllloooooowwww progress on crocheting this baby together. But at least I am doing a little everyday.
And this is the sum total of the squares for the second carbon copy agrannyaday project. I am still squeezing in a square just about everyday if I don't get too distracted by crocheting the seam on the completed blanket.
Some day in the future I envisage a blog post on TWO COMPLETED BLANKETS. At this rate I may hit another decade before this happens.
For more WIPS visit Tami's Ami's blog by clicking the image below.