Yo, Gramma!

NOTE: Please turn on the following music to accompany your reading today, thank you.










I can't stop. I just can't.



I haven't been able to stop. In the evenings I make them until my hand hurts from holding the hook and my eyes hurt from staring at the stitches and my legs hurt from sitting cross legged on the couch for a never-ending bout of crocheting.



"just one more..." I tell myself as my cramped hand chains the beginning of another square.



"just one more...". And then three squares later I ask David for a wrist and hand massage so I can make another one - just like Rock against Apollo, "CUT ME, MICKY! CUT ME!"

I make another one, then I take a jog around the kitchen to get the blood circulating in my legs again. So I can make another one.



Cup of coffee to stay awake longer.

And another

And another

And another



What can I say? Yes, those are granny squares. Yes, they are the crocheted bits that your grandmother made for afghans (or quite fashionable vests, if you were really lucky). Yes, I love them. I'm making tons and tons of them and I will put them together for a beautiful afghan of my very own. What can I say?

What else is there to say but,

YO, GRAMMA! GRAMMMMMAAAAA!





PS. I read about a granny-square-along on Alli's blog. I've always secretly loved the granny square and I bet you have too. Here's a very helpful tutorial to help you get started.