I think I've skipped a generation. I'm not turning into my mother, I'm turning into my grandmother. Well, maybe not my grandmother, but somebody else's.
Or maybe I'm just getting back to my roots. Anybody need a granny square afghan?
Or perhaps a nice crocheted vest?
Do I hear snickering? Stop that! I used to have items just like these and I was quite proud of them! Okay, maybe not the vest so much - that was a short-lived fashion craze. Really short. I wore it once for about 20 minutes, then somebody laughed at it, so I threw it out.
I also made a blanket exactly like this one. I thought it was SO beautiful! Ahh, whatever happened to the daisy wheel loom?