Extreme Knitting Redhead: The heart of the matter

Thursday, May 8, 2014

The heart of the matter

I've now undone most of the crochet chain from the London marathon and have started work on the second lap blanket. I need to get a move on now as I will be giving them to their new owners next week. I wanted it to have a heart in the middle, as I did for the one I started on my way to the London marathon, but I wanted something a bit different.

I knew I'd seen a heart with popcorn stitch in the middle somewhere and thought I'd got a pattern in one of my old books but couldn't find it. No worries, I just made a cup of tea, sat down by the window and got stuck in.

It was just getting light when I started and my first visitors were Titch and Quackers who came and tapped on the door! I didn't have my camera nearby at the time.

Then came Mrs Duck:

She was followed was this pretty little pied wagtail who is a regular visitor.

The one who made me laugh most was this pheasant who tried to attract my attention by jumping up onto the sun-lounger and staring at me.

Now where was I? Ah yes, the crochet. Here's what I ended up with after a lot of playing around. I wanted lots of textural interest and this fits the bill. It should block out nicely and will make a good centrepiece. The rest of the blanket will be just trebles and chains so will grow really quickly, especially with this thick yarn (Lion Brand Hometown USA).

1 comment:

Jacquie said...: Hi Susie, your visiting Ducks are so cute and I love the Heart square you chose. It's funny, without any size reference your square looks quite small.
Happy crocheting.
Jacquie x; May 8, 2014 at 3:05:00 PM PDT

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