I think I have time for just one more blankety-blanket post before Winter is nudged aside by Spring, and the blankets are put away again until next year. Thought I might offer you a bit of a showcase of woolly bits. That is, blankets knitted and crocheted. A feast of colour, as it were.
This first one is a knitted blanket, and the joy of this blanket is that many hands went into making it. It was knitted, not only by me, but also four very special people in my life. It was quite a few years back now, and I'm not sure how it came about that I was given such a helping hand. I possibly bit off more than I could chew in the knitting department, felt overwhelmed and was saved by my Mum. She stepped in and was the first to say she would do a few blocks. Then my Aunt. Then my best buddy. Then, not to be outdone by the bevy of knitting women around him, my Dad did a block for me. Yes, my Dad can knit. Can knit, but doesn't make a habit of it.
This is a big, weighty blanket and is on my bed right now, ready for when it's time to snuggle under it. I love the eclectic mix of colours, the mish-mash, the "let's finish this ball of wool, did I make you a jumper in this?"
This next one is a more recent addition to the blanket stack. This one was made a couple of years ago. Purpose-bought colours, and notice the grey and red? This is more of a knee rug, in fact it's on my knees right now!! Oh, now see what I've done ... I was calling them blankets, but deep down I want to say rugs! I was brought up with the word rug, and just recently it seems they've become blankets. Anyone else want to call them rugs?!!
I'm off to "Bedfordshire" to dream under some woolly stripes.