Finally, after more than two and half years it is done. I'm not a crafts person, but I enjoy meeting up with the women in the crochet group and I also really enjoy crocheting. I loved making the squares, getting all the fun colors together, and then trimming each square with black yarn.
But then came the hard part: Putting it all together, all those squares, black on black. It was very difficult for me to see, even after I had my eyes fixed. So I did something I don't usually do, I gave up, put it in a drawer and let it sit there for a long time.
I didn't pick up a new project, I wanted to finish this one first. But it was hard.
Then I thought about my mom, who like me, was not into crafts either. For as long as I lived at home, there was a beautiful pillow case, a large one for a decorative pillow, embroidered with wool yarn in a chevron pattern, that my mom made. It was almost finished. It was in a drawer.
My mom would say all through my childhood, "I'll finish that pillow some day." As she aged, she would say, "I'll finish that pillow before I die, you'll see."
The pillow never got finished.
My only brother sadly fell victim to prescription drugs and later to heroin and cocaine. He had been a very handsome young man who used to go to work wearing suits and ties, and then became this wreck of a human being.
He would say to my mother, "Don't worry, some day soon, I'll wear that blue suit of mine again. I will clean up and you will be so proud of me." Then he died, at the age of 40, of an overdose of heroin.
I don't know what happened to the blue suit.
I don't know what happened to the blue suit.
As I procrastinated with my afghan, my thoughts wandered back to that beautiful pillow, to the blue suit, then to death, no second chances, and other not productive places.
Until I picked up all the little squares and began to put them together. That must have been a year ago now, but it doesn't matter. It's done, I seized the day, I saw it through, it's far from perfect, but it's done. And I'm happy!
I am so very sorry about your brother. You did a beautiful job with the afghan!ReplyDelete
Kudos to you! The afghan is beautiful! "Where there's a will there's a way" as they say. My Mom loved crochet and never put it away despite her glaucoma eye disease. Me,I'm not good at crochet or other crafts.ReplyDelete
Congrats on finishing the afghan. Appears that it is much more symbolic and meaningful than just finishing an afghan, if you know what I mean! Thanks for sharing this beautiful post.ReplyDelete
The afghan is beautiful. You did a wonderful job. Such pretty colors.ReplyDelete
So sorry about your brother.
That is so sad about your brother. Too many doctors prescribes addictive medication that people get hooked on. Your brother had good intentions of getting himself cleaned up but addiction is so powerful. I'm very sorry about your brother.ReplyDelete
I'm glad that you persevered in finishing that beautiful afghan. Now you can wrap yourself in it and be proud that you got it done. It will bring color in your house during the winter months.
I love to crochet but haven't picked up the crochet hook in years.
Take care and stay safe.
Beautiful! Telling your story gives it special meaning.ReplyDelete
YAY!!!! Your history explains why this was so important to you. It's beautiful, and you did it! I am smiling for you.ReplyDelete
So sorry about your brother & so glad that you finished the afghan. Your mother would be proud!!ReplyDelete
It's sad when people never find their "round tuits" and make it to their "some day" to finish a project or fulfill a promise. I'm so glad you finished your afghan. It's absolutely beautiful. :)ReplyDelete
That's such an inspiring story for all of us. You've dealt with so much in your life and I admire you. I had no idea you could crochet like this...it's beautiful! And will mean so much to you for years to come. And thanks for sharing such personal stories...we can all learn from them. Sweet hugs, DianeReplyDelete
So happy you were able to break the tradition of not following through. I don't start and not finish, I just put off starting in the first place. Great job on the afghan. You can look at it with pride. I am so sorry about your brother.ReplyDelete
It is out of the drawer and is BEAUTIFUL! great job. I love all the brilliant and happy colors. YOU DID IT!!! congratulations. many times I have started something and not finished it but I always tossed it out. no drawers for me, when I give up I give up. Except of course on the computer. I give up on it but keep coming back until I win... I very much enjoyed reading about your family.ReplyDelete
Oh, Inger, congratulations. Your mother and your brother's love must be surrounding you now as you look at this lovely afghan, which, in a real way, is the completion they both longed for in life. Peace.ReplyDelete