When I was little I called afghans naps. Because everytime I layed down to take a nap, I used my Mama’s afghan she crocheted for us. My grandmother crocheted the ugliest afghans, I mean naps, in the world. (Oh Mama, is actually pronounced with long A’s and was my maternal grandmother). They were absolutely hideous, typically orange and reds and greens, your typical 60’s and 70’s colors. But they were extremely well-loved. Mama always just used whatever yarn she had on hand, there wasn’t any particular planning, etc. She crocheted for years, until she found her true passion in crafting which was stained glass. She did phenomenal glass work, and I’m fortunate now to have several of her pieces adorning my house. I miss my Mama. But I’m glad to have so many pieces of her surronding me.
Her an my sister one year thought it would be a good idea, I think I was around 21, to make me crochet to help me stopping picking at my fingernails. So I started crocheting again, and I made several blankets. But I never could read a crochet pattern or master the art of it, so I just crocheted nap after nap. Finally one day I was tired of crocheting and picked up a Learn to Knit book and haven’t looked back. It is my crafting niche.
This week I’ve worked 22 hours of overtime, I really do need a nap. I couldn’t fall asleep last night until 2 a.m., but yet I still couldn’t sleep past 8 a.m. this morning.