It is after 1am on Saturday morning.
Yes, I am still up. I should be in bed.
Last evening I finished my 3 month project,
the notorious Hex Blanket.
I could not wait for sunrise.
It has been rainy, cold and damp
so no outside photos.
So (sigh) I laid this project out on the spare bed
and grabbed the camera.
The room is small and I have a hard time
getting a good photo, but I think you can
still see it well enough to check it out.
163 hexes, a multitude of color changes, actually 817
counting the 2 rows of border, 1634 ends to weave in,
join as I go, and add 2 rows of mindless single crochet
for the border and now it is finished.
I am relieved because I would not allow myself to
pack it up so I could dread the thought
of completing it eventually.
Believe me, it was getting to me,
you wouldn't believe how many times
I told myself not to
stop until it was finished.
I have to laugh because my intention was to
put a huge dent in my yarn stash,
but my mother gave me all of her yarn,
and then my youngest daughter brought me
this huge monstrosity of a single crochet
blanket that she had going and never finished.
It was from the days when I taught her to crochet.
She was a fast learner,
but refused to move on from single crochet.
So I find myself ripping out all of her hard work
and having so much more yarn that the plastic tote,
where I kept the yarn I was using, was over-flowing.
When I packed away the yarn that was left
I could barely get the lid on the tote.
In total I have 3 large plastic totes of yarn.
This one has mainly RH yarn,
then another is stuffed with Vanna Yarn,
and a third has some kits and odd skeins.
I have a plastic tote bag filled with DK Stylecraft.
I have 9 skeins of sock yarn because I have
convinced myself I CAN and WILL knit
a few pairs of socks, lol.
Now I can move on to doing Meghan's t-shirt quilt.
But, there is one thing I will finish first
and that is another knitted sweater like the one I
knitted recently for our grandson Holden.
Yes, yes, my dears, one night I picked up a skein
of a variegated yarn and thought to myself,
Oh this would sure make a pretty sweater.
So naturally I had to do a test swatch.
One stitch led to another and the next thing I knew
my hex blanket was screaming at me,
"YOU STOP THAT! YOU NEED TO FINISH ME!"
So I reluctantly laid down the knitting and
picked up my crochet hook.
The rest is now history, but I do want to
thank my Meghan for this lovely yarn.
Ya da, ya da, one man's trash
is another man's treasure, and all that jazz.
Love you gal.