I've been having some very strange dreams over the last few weeks. In each one Mr C and I are both old and sat in a cold room in what must obviously be our home. There aren't many possessions around, but I'm somehow charged with making the whole place feel more homely. I go out and buy things from the charity shop and make curtains for the window and find a little jug to put flowers on the table in, but in these dreams we're both sat there freezing cold in the evening listening to the radio.
Every time I've woken up from this dream I've felt the urgent need to somehow make a blanket to keep us both warm. When looking at what to take with me to the hospital to keep me busy I came across four balls of yarn in my stash that I've always been meaning to make some sort of a blanket with. When I saw them sitting there in a bag this time I just knew what I had to do.
The "design" is based loosely on one I found in a Rowan magazine. Quite simple in that you knit strips and then sew them together to form the final blanket. Most of the sections are simply stockinette stitch, but other blacks are made in basket stitch (which I hadn't done before, but looks lovely). The yarn is James C Brett's pure merino that I picked up at a closing down sale at a small yarn store in Retford about a year ago. I have now idea if I'e got enough yarn, but for some strange reason I don't seem to care about that at the moment!
I started knitting whilst sitting at the hospital with Mr C waiting for him to be taken down to the operating theatre. The basket stitch second section was started and progressed whilst sat nervously waiting whilst he was in theatre. The soft pink third section was started as I sat on the sofa with him yesterday afternoon watching WALL-E
as I hoped that there wouldn't be too many funny bits as laughing causes him pain right now.
as I hoped that there wouldn't be too many funny bits as laughing causes him pain right now.
I'm not sure when the rest is going to be completed. There seems to be so much to do right now and time is flying past. There are certainly memories already attached to this blanket though. And interestingly I've not had that dream again since casting on. Strange.
Wishing MrC a speedy recovery from his operation.