I'm writing this blog a little overdue (ok like 8 months overdue) but I'm still writing because it is something close to my heart.
One of my inspirations for starting to crochet has been my Nana. For years and years I have memories of visiting my Nana and watching her crochet the same afghan pattern. She always made it in a creme color solid, no stripes. She left a 2" fringe on each row cutting off the yarn at each end. It was this solid pattern that worked into the row below to make a raised diamond pattern when the afghan is finished.
I loved watching Nana work on the afghans, her fingers moved so fast it was like the yarn knew exactly where to go. She had made so many of these, she didn't use a pattern, and often didn't seem to pay attention to what she was doing. She had been taught the pattern years ago from her husbands, sisters, cousin in law... or something like that. Over the years it seemed like she had made one for almost everyone she knew. This ones going to my sisters niece out east, that one went to my sister in California, the next ones going to my friend down the roads daughter.
I had asked her several times if she would teach me how to make one but she had this way of changing the subject before giving me an answer, I guess not this year. A few years back my sister was given one for her birthday. I was so envious, for years I admired this afghan and now she got one.
Well finally my time came. The Christmas of 2011 was Hazel's year for the afghan. The family was un-wrapping gifts at Nana's as is the tradition. I opened up a gift bag, pulled away the tissue and saw the cream colored yarn, the diamond pattern and knew that was it! Thanks Nana, maybe one day I can learn to make the same afghan.