Assignment: Whatever happened to your __________?
Write about the fate of a past knitting project. Whether it be something that you crocheted or knitted for yourself or to give to another person. An item that lives with you or something which you sent off to charity.
In my second year of college in the early ’70s, I moved into the dorms, sharing a room with my best friend from high school. One day we took a trip down to the local (very small) open-air mall that included a Woolworth’s. We were strolling through the aisles when all of a sudden we came upon the yarn aisle. I stopped in my tracks before rows and rows of colorful brand-new skeins. Even though it was all standard 4-ply Red Heart, I was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. Nearby was the current issue of Family Circle (or Woman’s Day?) magazine, and on the cover was a beautiful springtime afghan. It consisted of individual crocheted tulip-shaped pieces joined together in strips. Even though I had only crocheted a few small accessories so far, on a whim I decided to make the afghan and proceeded to pick out my 3-color scheme: light & dark turquoise for the tulips and olive green for the joining strips.
Over the next several months between bouts of studying, I sat on my dorm bed working on the pieces of my afghan, while my roommate (a knitter) sat on her bed knitting slippers & reading (she was an English major). Even though I was struggling with the confusing instructions in the magazine (to this day I’m still not sure if I followed the instructions correctly) eventually the tulip-shaped pieces were completed.
Finally it was time to start joining them. I remember there were rows of double crochet and then a series of short-to-long stitch rows which served to attach the points of the tulips in sequence. The result was an openwork fabric of alternating light & dark tulips bordered top & bottom with olive green strips (simulating green vines and leaves in the garden, I suppose).
Somehow, when the afghan was assembled, it didn’t quite match the pretty photo on the cover of the magazine. But I was proud of it anyway.
Years passed and I held on to the afghan through several moves, but eventually I grew tired of hauling it around and donated it to Goodwill. Where is it now? I have no idea.
But wouldn’t it have been smart if I’d taken a photo of it then? Alas, there were no digital cameras, computers, or sites like Ravelry in those days. The afghan is gone and I only have the memories and images of it in my mind. Despite describing the construction of the afghan and looking through hundreds of vintage magazines to find anything that resembles it, this unique design still has not been identified or located anywhere. I will continue to search for it, though, and maybe someday it will reappear as a reminder of that trial-and-error afghan experience.
But … it was the first step in a long chain of events to follow in the life of this crocheter/knitter/designer. You can see some of what’s happened since 1970 in the projects on the DBKN website and my Ravelry page.
It is said that you never forget your first love. In my case, I’ll never forget my first afghan!