Are you tired of -30 degree weather? Is your house freezing cold all the time??? Then have I got the thing for you…gigantic crocheted blankets!
I realize that actually finishing projects is somewhat inconsistent with my brand (and essence of being), but take comfort in the fact that it took me almost a year to finish. (Which is actually half the time it took me to complete my last blanket so yay for progress!)
Full disclosure, I actually don’t like it. (Which I’m sure you can tell by how many staged photos I took of it in various rooms around my house.) I don’t know if it’s because staring at the same pattern for a year will always get old no matter what you’re making, but I always experience regret after finishing a giant project like this. Things like, “I should’ve picked nicer yarn or better colors or a more sophisticated pattern.” That’s not to say I don’t think it’s good or I won’t keep it (it’s SUPER warm), but whatever the cause, post-project depression is REAL.
On another note, is this considered a quilt or a blanket? After I started sewing, I had to explain to Adam that “quilting” is the actual act of sewing the three layers of fabric together, not creating the quilt top (although that is part of it). So last night when I was referring to this as a quilt, he got really confused and insisted that this was a blanket because it wasn’t “quilted”. Is this what adulthood is? Spending hours discussing the difference between blankets and quilts while you pretend it’s not unusual to be in bed by 8:30pm?