5 Afghans and A Blanket

Today it has finally warmed up. The radio man told me this morning it is the first day we have been above freezing since December 30, 2009. If I lived in Minnesota (which I used to, so that gives me free reign to speak about them) this would be considered normal. I no longer live in Minnesota for this very reason...it is too cold.

Anyway, all this cold (and snow) got me thinking about blankets, specifically the blankets that sit in the closet year after year regardless of cold or need. Someone, somewhere, could use these blankets that take up space in my closet.

The afghans were crocheted by my mom. She could whip out an afghan about once a month. Of the five that left the house this week, the red, white, and blue is a standout in my mind. She did this one in 1976, of course. It was such a "big deal" year. Everything was patriotic. I was 9 and really couldn't appreciate the whole bicentennial scene and it was particularly difficult to appreciate the need for a red, white, and blue afghan. I never understood a blanket that was so loosely constructed as to allow for a free flow of air and they were scratchy. Scratchy is not good at the age of 9.

Alas, these symbols of my mom's role in our historic heritage are now safely in the hands of a friend of mine. She is a social worker who will be delivering the blankets to clients who can enjoy mom's handiwork.

Two of the afghan beauties went down the street to my neighbor. It is nice to know they are close and I may even run into them again. Nicer to know that she has children in the 9-year-old range who will also be tortured by these crafty blanket creations.
-un-collecting Mom