Four More Down
11:57 am yesterday: My husband and I were watching YouTube on the TV, doing our “couch traveling”. (i.e. looking at painfully handsome men, either visiting, or native, to Italy, going different places, and eating different foods. It was an all out YUM-FEST!!!) Thanks to the fact that covid keeps my husband and I home most days, there was absolutely no need for me to rush to take a bath. (I will say I start my morning applying deodorant, before starting my telecommute job. So, there is no dire stench that I am omitting…Just in case you were wondering. (At least, to the best of my knowledge.) Which, I am sure you were not. Either way, now you know.) And, I am very happy to say that I made break-neck speed–well, for Michael, at least–when knitting. At 11:57 am, even allowing myself to take a break to eat, I was finished with my first aqua hexagon. (I started work on it at, approximately, 9 am).
I will say that, out of all of the colors that I am using for this particular afghan, I am liking the blue the best. We all know how I feel about yellow. So, that is not a fun color to work with. And, I already had used a significant amount of green for the last afghan, as well. The red actually was a shade that was too bright, I have come to find. There is something about its particular shade that gives me a headache. It had the same effect as looking into the sun, after a while of working with it. But, the blue…oh, the blue. It is just this PERFECT shade. A shade that I do not think I will EVER tire of.
Anyway…
After finishing, I went and took a SCALDING hot bath, which I thoroughly loved. (Who doesn’t love cooking like a lobster?) Then, when that was done–perfectly red, and steaming–I practiced my Italian, with Rosetta Stone, for a few hours. (In order for me to get dual citizenship through marriage, I have to pass a language test. How am I ever going to manage this?) And, through the time practicing this language, as well as off and on throughout the day, I kept checking my blog. (Because, you know, I am a completely self-centered ego-maniac now.) And, I wonder where you all went. There are some of my readers that are still coming and reading me. And I am very thankful to you all for your love and dedication. But, where did everyone else go? Are you reading me still, and just not leaving notes? Or, despite my application of deodorant in the morning, and my own beliefs that I am good to go, am I, in fact, nose blind? Do I smell? Have I acquired such a strong stench, that it has actually permeated into the keyboard of my computer, and attacks the nose of any who read my blog? If so, tell me. I will manage to get myself a bottle of overpriced cologne, and apply the good old daily whore’s bath, before starting to write.
For those who are reading me, fear not…I am not going anywhere. I remain dedicated to this project, and will continue to treat it with the same respect–so, basically, cursing, and whining–as I have, since the beginning.
I managed to work, in addition to the hexagon, I worked the three remaining triangles, that line the sides of this blanket. So, basically, I worked my ass off yesterday. But, you know…it was no big deal. I do feel, at this point, that I am making good time with this afghan, and that (at this moment), I am on track. However, I do realize that I still have to work crochet edges around each piece–two rows of crochet for each piece–as well as piece all of the pieces together, using a tapestry needle, and an overcast stitch. Lucky for me, I had my experience with overcast stitching on Windswept. But, I fear that, with all of these pieces, the “connecting” part of this afghan may wind up taking a bit of time. And then, when I am done with that, I have to finish the piece, by working for rows of crochet around the outer edges. So, basically, the finishing part of this project is pretty fucking time consuming, if I do say so myself. So, I am going to try to get as many pieces worked each day, as I can (without being driven mad!)
Yesterday, in other news, I was on the phone with my father. And he let me know that, earlier in the day, he had gone to the post office, and had mailed off two HUGE boxes of yarn to me. Along with the yarn, he has sent a project tote, a yarn holder (to keep yarn from rolling away from me–handy!), and a whole collection of crochet hooks, that belonged to his spouse, before she passed away. To me, this is such a great gift. One that I am so honored to know is on the way. But, apart from affecting me in a rather emotional way–turn away, if you don’t want to see me cry–it also means that I am now able to point out the afghan that I will be making next. Next up for this project of mine, I will be crocheting the afghan found on pages 113-117 of The Big Book of Afghans: Granny Goes Free-Form. Now, as you will remember, I did say that the afghan that I make for myself will NOT be sticking true to the colors that Annette gives in this book, but rather, will use yarn that is gifted to me by my father. This is the only time where I will allow for such a break from what Annette asks for. And, honestly, I think she would be okay with it. The reason I chose to work this afghan as mine, is simple: It is (in my opinion) the only afghan in the book, that openly lends itself to using many different odds and ends of yarn colors, without looking HORRENDOUS! And, needless to say, this, and every other crocheted afghan in this book, will be worked, using the hooks being given to me. This just makes the whole project that much more special to me.
So, there you have it. Four pieces finished yesterday. The third afghan has been chosen. And–if you can overlook the whole political shit–all is right in the world.
Stay tuned…
If you are reading me.
(I will leave you with a photo of the first blue hexagon being worked. This is with one more row needed, before casting off.)
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