Today is the 3rd anniversary of my Dad’s death. I always regret not having started to knit socks before Dad died, I would have loved to make socks for him. Although he probably would have found them too hot! He always used to tease mum about being cold-blooded.
But I did finish a big project for him before he died, so I thought I’d share it with you. It’s not exactly to my taste, but it is the sort of thing often made for parents (or for the local show by the stereotypical crochet nannas!).
Yep, a crochet tartan blanket! Actually, you know, I tell a lie about it not being my taste. I’ve often thought about making one of these for myself, but using just two colours, more like gingham. One day, maybe.
Fortunately I noted in the pattern book when I started it – 8 June 2002. I know I gave the unfinished blanket to Dad for Christmas one year, before he had his stroke. And I know I finished it in the weeks after his stroke, I wanted to make sure he had it before the inevitable.
I worked on it at night after we left the hospital, and I had it done in time to give to him while he was in rehab, I think sometime in November 2004. Even though it must have been hot he had it on his bed in the rehab unit, and he even convinced one (obviously gullible!) nurse that he’d made it!
I’m not sure he ever used it as a knee rug (it’s pretty warm – it’s basically a woven 8ply/DK rug, so in effect two layers) – not to mention heavy – but I know he loved it and I’m glad I was able to finish it for him to enjoy for a few more years (details on Ravelry
I miss my Dad.