September 16

I made the lion's share of this blanket while we were at my grandma's house a number of years ago. It started off as a granny square and kept growing and growing (and growing).

I worked on it in the family room while Grandma and I watched TV, and I remember how every time she looked back at me to check my progress, she'd exclaim (in her grandma-way) some variation of "oh my word, how big is that going to be?" And then she'd slowly shake her head and laugh.

It's a sweet memory, and I'm grateful that I can enjoy both the memory and some warmth when I burrow under my blanket.