Wednesday, March 14, 2012
73,528 treble-based crochet stitches later and the way I figure things, my snuggly queen-sized ripple blanket is FINISHED.
It looks convincingly finished on top of our bed,
even if I haven’t yet got around to spray painting the bedroom and the Mr’s birthday suit a nice, crisp, contrasting white.
The big kid has thrice attempted to claim it as her own
and once succeeded for an entire night, when I was wrongfooted by her sudden, complimentary enthusiasm for crocheted craft.
The Mr deemed me well within my rights to indulge in another WOOHOO! blanketing moment
and dutifully lobbed kilos of crocheted yarn into the air.
Perhaps the eagle-eyed, the Those Who Know Me Too Well, the Doubting Thomas types, just spotted the ‘disclaimer’ in my ‘finished’?
OK, nearly finished.
Dangly disclaimer bits aside, finished enough.
PS. It wouldn't be dubbed the Epic Blanket if I didn’t whinge about end-weaving-in for the next three years.
PPS. Crafted using Lucy’s pattern here. Ravelled here.