So I have found myself asking a question this week: am I just settling into my crazy plans and this is why they no longer seem so outrageous? Just over a year ago when I started thinking about making my own sock yarn blanket I thought the idea was a little insane. When I mentioned it to my BFF, she was very supportive, but I could tell she thought I had lost my marbles too. But, not being one to back down from a challenge, I started stashing sock yarn ends and finally about two months ago, I decided that I had enough to start working on the blanket.
At that point I still thought I was a little crazy, but I went to the dollar store and found a cute little bucket to hold my ends in and I cast on my first square. For the record, I could hear the tune from Crazy Train wafting around in the back of my head. But I kept knitting and knitting and knitting. And now I have a few more squares finished and I no longer think I’m crazy. I think I am dedicated.
I am dedicated to making something that is going to be really pretty. I am dedicated to making something fully out of scraps or odd gifted balls and that I refuse to buy any new yarn for. I am dedicated to something that is a huge undertaking, but completely doable.
I’ve decided that I will make the first row 20 squares in width, or maybe slightly bigger if I think it’s necessary. I want to make it big and cuddly and full of colour. I want to smile when I see it and I want it to cheer me up on deary winter days. Today, I think it will do those things. I am sure there will be days when I curse its very existence.
But for today I will enjoy the sock yarn blanket bliss and run with it.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have another square to knit. They’re tiny. No time at all. Maybe I’ll do two.
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