So, I knitted someone a blanket last Christmas. It was my first ever non-washcloth knitting project and it was a massive undertaking, not to mention a great success.
And after I gave the blanket to its intended recipient... I missed it. :o)
So I decided to make a blanket for myself, slowly. I'm knitting 63 individual squares, each lined in black crochet. Here's where I am so far...
|Since I don't expect you to be able to tell, that's a hummingbird.|
|That's a turtle,|
|that's an umbrella,|
|and that's a Dalek.|
I'm honestly not sure how much I like it. It's sort of like a book; until I finish it -- like, really finish it -- I can't quite see what it is and am mildly suspicious that it's dreadful.
Which is of course no reason not to proceed.
After that? I am dying -- DYING -- to get the world's fattest wool and knit one of these blankets, possibly using my arms as my knitting needles. I have no idea how to do this or what it costs (I can't imagine that yarn is cheap), and I don't have time to research it at the moment. But hopefully one of these is in my future.
More irrelevant randutiae when I get a chance :o).