What it has done it make me think of when I as a child. Mum would make a bed up on sofa with a bottle of lucozade and her knitted patch work blanket. It bought me such comfort . I finding myself wishing I had crocheted on to snuggle under.
These are kind of images I have in mind bright and simple . Something so soothing about the granny square maybe it's the name granny
Mind does not look like this
This was my start of blanket it never grew past this . I had only just learnt to crochet the tension is all working and frankly it looked messy. I couldn't face finishing it knowing I wasn't happy and couldn't frog it so now it lays in box abandoned. Think I need a blanket before sick season starts so next time I take to sick bed I can do so under grannies care.


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