I took these pictures a couple of weeks ago when I laid out the squares I had already made, to see whether the colours would work. I ended up removing a few balls of wool from the pile and deciding to just see what happened with the rest. As I tend to crochet at night, by a lamp in front of the telly, it's been a revelation to see the colours by day. The other afternoon while Mum and I sat in the loungeroom with our crochet and knitting, drinking tea and eating molassess crinkles, I realised that I've never actually made what my family refers to as an afghan rug before. I've made squares, plenty of hats and a fair few rag rugs. I can't even remember not being able crochet. But I've never made a rug or anything with granny squares. Which I think is odd. Maybe I'm growing into my craft life.
I think I will have finished this in a week or so and already I'm planning my next few projects. A rug rug cover for this cushion, out of felted wool scraps from my latest refashion efforts (pictures soon, the hardest part of wardrobe refashion is taking the photos) and a hat for Grace. Maybe a new hat for me too.
And um, one last thing, sorry if I freaked anyone out with the last post. Now that I've had a think, I'm much less disturbed than I was.