I have given up making resolutions for the new year; I just get cross with myself for not keeping them, which does not help my self-esteem or my mental health in general. I do, however, try to set myself goals for the new year instead. This year, I thought I would share them with you lovely people!
Have you ever wondered why it’s called a granny square? Or why we call the blanket an Afghan as opposed to a Brit or a Frenchmen?
AFGHAN first appeared in English usage in the late 1700′s as a name for the Pashtuns of eastern and southern Afghanistan. The country is known for its distinctive textiles, colorful carpets, and famous karakul wool.
According to a 1946 article attributed to the Oregon Worsted Company, the thrifty women of early America would carefully save scraps of yarn and fiber unraveled from old sweaters and socks. As these scraps accumulated, they were crocheted into small squares; the colors combined on the whim of the craftsman. The squares were then sewn together to make a blanket which was both functional and colorful. Because grandma was no longer up for manual labor, she was often the one to sew the squares together, thus they became GRANNY SQUARES.
This colorful GRANNY SQUARE blanket was though to…
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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2015 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 2,600 times in 2015. If it were a cable car, it would take about 43 trips to carry that many people.
Despite my recent absence from the blogging world (and a lot of social media sites as well), I have been quite busy. In fact, being busy is why I haven’t been around lately!
I haven’t been very good at the whole blogging thing lately, but I promise I will be back to blogging on a regular basis soon. I will be writing a catch-up post this afternoon and will be revealing some of my plans for the coming months. Stay tuned!
struggling with depression is hard work. Throw in other obstacles that living a life and being a parent gives you and sometimes it gets very dark and lonely. I have many ways of achieving success everyday, but there are days when I almost do not. That’s the harsh reality of depression. Some of us don’t make it.
To remind myself that I have to keep doing the hard work, always keep fighting, and never give up I made myself a mandala in Wink’s memory. Sadness is innermost, but I must let the light in, for it warms me, surround myself with love and allow some sadness to just be. It’s okay to be sad, and it’s okay to be happy.
I have just read the very sad news that Wink took her own life last Friday. Wink has been a huge inspiration to me. It was after reading about her in Kathryn Vercillo’s Book “Crochet Saved My Life” that I sought diagnosis for Asperger Syndrome. She always seemed so happy and jolly online, always into new crochet projects, and this inspired me to get more involved with crochet-alongs.
Wink (Marinke Slump) will be very sadly missed by everyone, but I feel a huge gap in my life already, and not just as a fellow Aspie crochet nut.
Goodbye Wink. I guess in the end crochet just wasn’t enough for you.
We had bad weather here last Wednesday so I couldn’t take a photo of week two’s motif, and then I forgot about it until today when I took photos of week three’s motif. Sorry about that
Sorry for my recent absence; I have not been able to crochet since around February because of the tenosynovitis in my thumbs. I had steroid injections into both tendons a few weeks ago and now I’m able to crochet again – hooray! Continue reading