First, albeit late, my homage to the ripples that already live in my house. Starting on the left is a baby blanket made by my great-grandmother before I was even married. She lived to be a ripe-old 99 years (3 months shy of her 100th birthday). Everyone in the family received at least one of her afghans. She made baby blankets for my brothers and I to wrap our future babies in. However, my brothers are now in their 40s, with no offspring in sight. I hope that they (or my mother) have hung onto the blankets. I have three children--there are 3 of these blankets in the family--sounds like fate, huh? Anyway, all three of my children have snuggled under that blanket. I'd like to think of my grandchildren doing the same. The second blanket was a wonderful doublebed sized one that Granny made for me when I probably 8 or younger (did you notice that it very closely resembles the colors of my blog. I didn't even notice that at the time I chose the colors). It was always on my bed, and I often cuddled up under it while watching TV on a cold winter's evening. Unfortunately, when I married, I assumed that it had been made of the same stuff as the cream colored one next to it, and threw it in the wash and dryer. Well, it wasn't an acrylic blanket, so I'm sure you've guessed the rest of the story. It is narrow now, and thick, but still pretty long, so I can still wrap up in it on the sofa at night. It was one of the rare blankets she made from wool. As I mentioned, she also made the blanket next to it, the cream. It was a gift for Mr Fix-it and me when we wed. Yes, she lived to see that. I am so very thankful that she was able to be there for our wedding. The last blanket is the first that I made. It was for Math Guy when he was no bigger than The Terror is now. It has now been passed down to the latter who enjoys snuggling under it as much as MG did.
Mark another May goal off the list!