FINISHED!

Last week I told you I was working on an afghan that I started when my mom gave me a crochet refresher course in July.

It's a fairly simple afghan with single crochet stitches, each row done individually so you always start on the same end and finish on the same end. It has 17 sets of 10 rows of the cream color and 16 rows of the variegated blue in between, for a total of 186 rows.

I squeak in at 5'1" and I'm holding my arms not quite straight up and it's still pooling a little at my feet. It's going to wrap around me nicely in the cold winter months.

Which I must say I am looking forward to immensely, because in the last couple of months I have a new symptom I get along with my migraines. Hot flashes! I don't get them any other time, thank goodness! But many of my migraines are tied in with my hormone fluctuations, so it's possible that the hot flashes are not too far behind. Technically I am old enough.

So I'm looking forward to the cold weather, using my afghan, and already planning the next one, with pretty colors but no fluffy yarn to mess with.

Crochet

When my parents came for a visit several weeks ago, one of the things on our agenda was for Chatty to get crochet lessons and for me to get crochet refreshers from my mom.

First off, here is the final product of Chatty's lessons:

Her grandma made the yellowish one, and she made the bluish one.

Here she was getting started with her lessons.


I can personally vouch that sticking out your tongue helps during pressure-filled moments.

And they're still smiling!

That's a good thing, because Chatty's a leftie, and we're all righties. She tried to do it with her left hand and decided she liked it better with her right hand. She crocheted that whole purse with her right hand!

I'm still working on the product of my lessons (except I did do some scarflets). Here's my big project in process:

You can tell it's an afghan, right?

Every 10 rows I put in a row of the fluffy variegated blue. I'm about 30 rows from being done.



That blue is my worst nightmare. My mom told me how to sort of fluff it after I stitch it in, and my OCD gets the best of me when I'm doing it. I really don't like using that fluffy yarn anymore, even if I do love how it looks.

Next one I make will get pretty colors, but not fluff.

This post is linked to Show and Tell Friday hosted by Kelli at There is no place like home.