Monday, January 10, 2011
28 Granny Squares...Wait! What?
Morning to everyone!
There's been a lot written lately, and over the past few months, about stash-busting. Some even go so far as to pledge NOT to buy anything new for a full year!!! I don't think I could handle that, but stash-diving IS something I can do.
So, about 2 weeks ago, I dragged my son...uh, he volunteered, yeah, yeah, that's right, he volunteered! Anyway, we went out to the shed and he helped me bring in 2 enormous bins full of yarn and stuff. This is stash that hasn't seen the light of day since we bought this house. We've only been here *cough* 9 *cough* years. The bins were then left in the garage until I could get to them.
A couple of nights ago, I was in the mood. Stash-diving here I go. It was so much fun remembering the yarns and colors I had worked with years ago. As well as some UFOs and other things...
I came across a bag full of blue, yellow, white, and tan yarns -- you know, a couple of skeins, some balls --leftovers from a bedspread I had made my dad and stepmom about 15 years ago. Okay, next bag...The same colors, only granny squares this time. Cool! I started counting -- 10 yellow squares, 9 blue, 9 white -- all edged with tan. 28 granny squares! 10 inch squares, no less!! Wait, what!?
I am still trying to figure out why I had that many squares. The bedspread I had made was full-sized and completed and given away. Why would I have so many squares left over? Generally, after a project of that length, I would be so tired of the colors I wouldn't want to see them again for a very long time
So, what to do with these 28 granny squares? A blanket, of course! Though I am going to have to frog all that tan edging and re-do it. It's embarrassing, but I am glad I've improved in some things over the years.
I haven't seen that original bedspread for some time, hopefully the weight and tension of being attached to the other squares has helped even them out over time!
The top photo are the 28 granny squares, of course. The next photo is a very bad one, taken in a hurry while the cat was still in the bag. LOL, I amuse myself sometimes.
He's Raji, by the way. That's short for "garage-y" which is what my son named him when Raji decided to live in our garage about 9 years ago. We had to adopt him after that. He was living off the dogs' kibble and that's just not good for cats. (I thought it was a pretty good reason, even though my husband didn't).
Always an adventure here at my house...