WIP Wednesday 08.08.18

Current WIP count: 6

Camp was not the ideal place to start working on my Roses for Grandma blanket. My brain is not at its best when running on six hours of sleep per night, with 16 girls clamouring around me. I made the first rose six times before I finally figured out what the pattern was telling me.

I have a progress photo

But also a regress photo

I love the vintage look of the dusty pink and purple roses, and I decided I’d like to run with that aesthetic, which means the bright pink and yellow roses no longer work. So they have been put to one side for use in some other project at some point.

I also got on with the mini octopom for my friend’s baby

It just needs eyes and some stuffing and it’s done.

Not too bad for a busy week. Is everyone else having a good week? What are you working on? Let me know in the comments!

Hannah

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Roses for Grandma

I was quite close to my Grandma. When I was in college I went to her house on the mornings I had late lectures, she was the inspiration for some of my assignments at uni, and she cried at my graduation (although not as much as my Mum). When I lived in Crewe she was only ever 10 minutes away, and even when I moved to Glasgow I would always make time to see her during my visits.

Grandma passed away about five years ago, and honestly I still don’t think I’ve recovered.

Last week I had a dream about my Grandma. She was in a warehouse full of everything I’ve ever lost or forgotten, trying to understand why she was there. I cried when I woke up. Of course I will never forget her, but it hit my heart and I decided I want to make something in memory of her, something to remind me every time I see it how much she meant to me.

I remember Grandma always smelling of roses, and any hint of rose scent brings my memories of her into focus, so I wanted whatever I made to feature at least one rose. I also knew I wanted a blanket, to comfort me as Grandma did so many times.

A long, looong Ravelry dive (and a nudge from Tony) brought me to the Leisure Arts pattern Roses On Lace, and I instantly knew it was the one.

I’ve only got this far and I’ve already cried three times; it’s always bittersweet remembering the people you’ve lost. But every time I work on it I feel that as long as I remember my Grandma, she will never really be gone.

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