I wrote this post the evening of October 15, 2012. Why it has languished in my drafts folder for so long, I know not. But as I plan out our baby girl's blanket (Pine Forest Baby Blanket using Cascade 220 Superwash Yarn in Daffodil), I have examined Charlie's blanket over and over, pondering how far I've come as a knitter since I designed and made it. I definitely don't use much acrylic anymore; I made Charlie's blanket out of Caron Simply Soft, and I don't love how it has held up. Live and learn, I suppose. And Charlie's blanket was made with no less love, just because I used cheaper materials. Right? Right. Anyway. Without further ado, a post about Charlie's blanket.
I have four younger sisters. Growing up, we shared just about everything: Barbies, coloring books, clothes, Play-Doh, hair doodads, plastic horses, you get the idea. I suppose at different times, we each had things that no one else touched. I had my Legos and Erector sets, and some of my favorite books. None of my sisters played with them. (In all fairness, I probably didn't give them the chance. A perk of being the first-born and a natural bossypants.)
As is natural in large families, I got first pass on most of the clothes and the toys, simply because I was the first kid to grow into things. Once I got too big or lost interest, this shirt or that stuffed animal was passed down the line, until the youngest had her turn. After our family squeezed the life out of something, we either gave it away or, if we really exhausted its functionality, tossed it in the trash.
My youngest sister ended up being pretty sentimental. I cite the garbage collection of 1999. (You know, like some people collect dolls or shot glasses? That sort of collection.) She became quite attached to a blanket that was made by a friend of my mother's when she was pregnant with me. The blanket was a yard-long, pre-printed panel with a rocking horse. Lots of stark red, blue, and green on a white background. Very 1980s. It was tied with acrylic yarn and bound with a pleated cotton strip sandwiched between the front and back. A pretty simple blanket.
But to my youngest sister, it was Blankie. Forget going anywhere without Blankie. I tip my hat to my parents that she didn't drag into groceries stores or church. But it was always in the car waiting for her when she returned. She loved to cuddle with Blankie. Though we'd all slept on it, drooled on it, had our diapers changed on it, to my youngest sister, and to all of us, it was her blanket, and no one else's.
I made a blanket for Charlie, secretly hoping it would be his Blankie someday. Maybe it will be, or maybe it'll get passed around all my other children as Blankie did. Either way, it was a soothing to knit it during my pregnancy. The pattern was easy enough to remember without having to refer to it, but complicated enough to keep me engaged. It was my first stab at cable knitting, and I think it turned out beautifully. Just ignore the little unraveling issue on the border, if you please.
Linking up with Ginny for her weekly Yarn Along.