Slowly (very slowly), I’m going through boxes of things that still need unpacking around here. Yes, I confess, it has been two years since I moved into this house and I’m not completely unpacked yet. But, it’s kinda fun this way. Every once in a while, I tackle a box–and it’s like opening presents! I never know what I’m gonna find.
This box held a bunch of baby blankets.
I’d forgotten I’d crocheted all these baby blankets. I crocheted them a long time before I even had babies. I think I must have had a lot of time on my hands!
Look at this pale yellow one with a pretty fringe. It’s gender-neutral.
Pink and blue and yellow–more gender-neutral.
Blue, blue, definitely blue.
PINK!!!!! And FLUFFY!!!!!!
What was I doing? Why was I crocheting all these blankets? How many children did I think I was going to have? Was I worried they would be cold? Did I ever actually USE these baby blankets? I don’t remember using them! Why would I crochet all these baby blankets then have babies and not use the blankets?
What is up with all these baby blankets anyway? Remember my cousin’s wife, Sheryl, and her craft stash? FULL OF BABY BLANKETS. Many, if not most of them, made in her 20s, before she had a baby. Did you do this, too, before you had babies? Was it obsessive? Insane? Were we lucky we didn’t end up stealing babies out of hospitals, we wanted one so bad?
Or were all these baby blankets just tangible bits of dreams, their actual use not nearly as important as the hook by hook drafting of fantasy into something we could touch? And have they come back into my life now so I can dream about grandbabies, now that my kids are in their teens–far away from babyhood, and yet still far enough away from adulthood that grandbabies are still dreams?
Or am I supposed to give them to Beulah Petunia?
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