Well folks, it’s finally done.
I had the actual crochet part of this finished three months ago. But, as you can see, there were a lot of ends to weave in. Like, too many ends. And everyone knows that weaving ends is the absolute worst part of crochet.
I am proud of this thing. It’s definitely not as wide as I wanted it to be, but I don’t think I’ll be using it as an actual blanket anyway. I’m going to place it as a decorative piece on the back of the couch in my living room – an artifact of 2021, the hardest year of my life.
I love that I can look at this piece and remember what I was doing on several particular days – for instance, there is a green stripe in the middle of a bunch of orange and yellow for April 1, and I’ll remember forever that it got suddenly cold for April Fool’s that year. In the photos above, too, you can tell that I took it with me wherever I went. Lots of pictures of me working on it as I traveled last year. It truly is an artifact of the entire year.
Last year was a lot of things. It was the end of some things and the beginning of many more. It was eventful, and emotional, and a lot. And now I have this afghan to remind me of those times, and to get me through the next year.
And then the next. And then the next.