While cleaning out a bunch of stuff last week I finally found the box that contained grandpa's afghan with others. I put them out on the line to air out and then washed them. I don't know who crocheted the others but I really love the yellow/orange/brown ripple. It's so soft and pretty. And although it's pretty, it doesn't compare to grandpa's (in my mind). I'm partial to it because other than a 1927 silver dollar and Kennedy half dollar that he gave me when I was young, this is all I have left of him. His is the multi colored squares. The picture doesn't do any of them justice, as usual.
This week I have made myself sit down and try to crochet. Other than finishing Kylie's bag for her birthday, I really am at a loss on what to do. Christmas crochet has yet to start. And I'm feeling bad about that because we have less than 70 days left. I'm just not motivated and interested in it. I better figure out something quick though.
Happy Hump Day....may you have no problem getting over the hump to the downhill slide.