by Lee Louise
I have knit and crocheted many blankets. For my mother, for my sisters, for various friends, for weddings and babies, for charity. I once took on an extended project, and crocheted an afghan a year for five years, one for each of my husband’s siblings as our family’s Christmas gift to their families in the Christmas “sibling rotation.”
Some time later, I decided that it would be fun to make an afghan for each of my own children as a high school graduation present, to take to college with them. I had done a similar thing once before, for my in-laws, why not for my own offspring? It was a grand plan, though sadly lacking in execution.
A year ago, the status of the plan went something like this:
1. Oldest child: Her afghan was finished in time frame as planned; she took it to college with her in 1995, and used it extensively in the cold Utah winters; she still uses it:f
2. Second child: afghan semi-finished while she was an undergraduate in college; she chose a knitted afghan on big needles with 4 different yarns held together; I do not enjoy knitting with multiple strands of yarn — in fact, I seem to recall that I finished the knitting of it and handed it to her in an unbecoming fit of temper, and told her she would just have to finish the ends herself. Still unfinished, it perished in a fire a few years ago, along with all of her other worldly possessions. I think she needs another afghan, but not until this first cycle is complete.
3. Third child: finished the afghan about the time her second child was born; she already had a Master’s degree in collaborative piano.
4. Fourth child: this is his, though deplorably late — his sixth child was born Dec. 31:
5. Fifth child: afghan is a whisper and a promise; so is her baby quilt, which also never got made; I am looking at yarn and colors and designs now, for 2017 or, more probably, given that it is already mid-October, 2018.
6. Sixth child: I never told her of the original plan, so she didn’t know that I hadn’t made her an afghan (or a baby quilt either, for that matter); she graduated from college two years ago.
When I first shared this story, someone suggested that surely the sixth child had heard of the plan at some time, that she had seen her sisters’ afghans and the four baby quilts, and knew that she had been neglected. Poor youngest child!! So I asked. And no, she had had no idea. She does now, of course. Last Christmas I taught her to crochet, and she is a natural. Maybe I could give her yarn this Christmas coming up and let her make her own?
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