Eldest daughter is now thinking about moving to Portland, as opposed to Montreal, next spring. I support this idea wholeheartedly. While Portland does not have poutine, alas, this is okay as it also does not have quite as much snow, yay. Does not require a passport or crossing international borders to visit. Is close to many family members and lots of friends. I love to visit. I’ve often thought of moving there. It is home to Powells and Voodoo Donut.
All in all, 100% pros 0% cons, except the one con that it’s not across the street where I can keep an eye on things.
It is a bit bittersweet to think about my girl leaving home (she may come back one day if she needs or she may not, but we won’t know till one day, right?) for good and starting her own adult life with her own home. A little sad, a lot exciting, a lot scary. I am treasuring the next 9-12 months I have with her at home as it is a time that will never come again. I say that because I am not sure if she’ll be here for her externship, and that will kind of determine how long we get to keep her. Every day has been precious, her whole life, but I am so acutely aware of time passing right now.
I know they grow up. But it is hard, sometimes, to think of life without them living with you each day.
I want to do something, to make something for her that will keep her warm and be a tangible expression of my love, when she moves out into her own life. While I enjoy quilting, I don’t feel much like quilting or piecing anything together and I can’t afford to invest in a full on quilt project. So this morning I went through my stash and found quite a bit of wonderful, worsted weight yarn that I haven’t earmarked for projects or anything. I think it’s going to become a granny square afghan. They’re wonderfully silly, aren’t they? I’ve got some different skeins in wool, alpaca, silk, cashmere, handspun and remnants from other projects all mixed up, some solids, some variegated, some self striping. There’s no real rhyme or reason to the colors, though they’re mostly black and jewel tones since that’s what I tend to keep on hand. She can keep it on her sofa or on her bed and when she is sick, cold or sad and I am not there to make soup, give her a hug, make her put on a sweater or listen, she can wrap up in it and know that I love her. That I’ll always love her.
It’s kind of a super secret project. She doesn’t read my blog, so I’m not worried about her figuring it out. When I get enough squares made, I’ll have an afghan bee and invite some girlfriends over to eat brownies, drink wine and piece the thing together. And then I’ll wrap it up safely in tissue and ribbon, tuck it away and give it to her on the day she leaves home. I think if I do a square a day, minimum, I should be able to have it completely finished before the holidays, and still have time to spin every day, work on the basket of shame, do my homework, supervise homeschool, occasionally mop the floors or clean the litter boxes…. yep. I can totally do this.
So here’s the million dollar question…
Do you have a favorite granny square pattern?