For me, Winter is a time to nestle into a comfy chair, tuck my legs under, and crochet. I first learned to crochet when I was about 10 years old in Primary. (Primary is the name of the children's organization of my Mormon faith.) At that time, the girls in my age group were called "Merrie Miss" and we met at the church once a week on Tuesday afternoons.
For years my crocheting skills lay dormant.
I started with scarves and then an afghan. That afghan turned out too small for my purposes and too "holey".
Luckily, my sister-in-law discovered a pattern that was just right. It is easy and repetitive enough that I can actually multi-task. The finished product is the ideal size to snuggle under with a design that toes can't poke through.
my dad, but he passed away before I could finish it. I gifted it to my husband instead, but Brian is never cold (unless he is sick), so I have happily adopted it as my own--for my occasional cat nap, of course.
Since then I have made one for each of my children: purple for Rachel, berry blue for Kellie, navy blue for Travis and turquoise for Abby. Everyone seems to love them--especially the cats.
sixth afghan. This one is black. I wonder who'll be its recipient?
By the way, I DO take requests.