First, thank you to everyone who took the time to comment or message me with regard to my uncle’s recent passing.
Second, (as a follow up to yesterday’s “Crochet redux: If Frank Stella crocheted”), I did finally finished the Frank Stella inspired granny square on February 17, 2011 – eleven days after Super Bowl XLV was over. Here is a photo of the completed piece:
But life is, as we know, persistent, and today I found myself having to persist when I would have much rather sat on the sofa crocheting and eating bon bons.
Instead, I had something that needed my attention most of the day; this left my dog, Clooney, free to gaze out the various windows of the house and report to me, through his barking and expressive vocalizations, the comings and goings of people and dogs in the neighborhood.
Finally, at three o-clock, I relented and took him over to a neighbor’s to play with other dogs.
With my dog’s social needs met, at least for a time, I set out with my son to his trumpet lesson.
I have come to love my son’s trumpet lessons.
Once a week, for forty-five minutes I experience a curiously uplifting solitude. Nothing at the trumpet teacher’s house is my responsibility – not even my child – and in that three-quarters of an hour when I am absolved of most of my responsibilities, I can do what I wish, and today what I wished was to work on the vanilla textured squares afghan.
I need twelve more small textured squares to be used in making three more medium textured squares which will then be joined (along with five other medium textured squares) into two groups of four which will then form the last two large textured squares I need for the project.
Once that is done, all that is left is a border and weaving in of ends.
But first, I need those twelve small textured squares.
With my 4.5mm hook and a partial skein of Red Heart Super Saver aran, I crocheted a small textured square. By the end of the lesson, I had finished one square:
Here is a photo of the front:
and here is a photo of the back:
Sometimes progress is measured in leaps and bounds, but sometimes progess is made one square at a time.