“Quick” & Easy Crochet Afghan

I finally finished the afghan I have been working on.  It took me about 3 weeks.  See, I get the headaches when I crochet.  Bad ones.  So if you have received anything from me that is crocheted, sewn or knitted, please know that it almost killed me.  I kid.  But, I do stay nauseous the whole time.  Loads of joy and fun.

The afghan pattern was literally titled Quick and Easy.  The hardest part was deciphering some of the hieroglyphs in the pattern and weaving in the 1000 ends.  I used “I Love this Cotton!” Yarn.  And I do love it.  I am so glad that joni @ mommabare recommended it.  Snuggle soft, and easy to work with, I give it high praise.

Here are my colors:

Blush & Bashful (HAHAHAHAHA!)

No seriously:





#306-Dark Denim

#260-Sunny Sky

Yarnie, yarn stuff.

The Book From Which the Pattern Came!

Oh yeah, I used that book ^^^ (purse on the front…you’re next!)

And now for the reveal:


Picot Edges Pique My Interest.

As you can probably tell, there is a “wrong” side to the afghan.  I am not a fan of wrong sides, but the ribbing looks okay on this particular one.  To me.  How bout you?

Yeah, it's big too.

The picture in the book was a bit misleading on the size of the afghan.  I thought it was a lap sized one, seeing that it was supposed to be “quick” and easy.  Sorry for the wonky pic.

Well, there it is.  I encourage you to get the book because it is chock full of adorable patterns.

Thanks for stopping by!  God Bless and Happy Hooking!


Mothers Day Follies.

Its pretty much week two with no hot water here on the Clements Farm.  Week two of no hot water made for week two of no church as well.  I just didn’t have it together this morning.  All of my pants were in the dirty clothes.  Jon let me sleep in. (That was nice.) It didn’t happen.  I blame the devil.  I always do.  We took our time and got the little boys ready as much as we could.  Jon and I took our warm sponge baths, then headed out for Mothers Day breakfast.

I have been craving waffles for two weeks.  CRAVING.  Jon finally caved and took me to the Waffle House in Fort Payne.  Boy, that was a treat.  The place was jumpin on a Sunday morning.  It smelled of bacon grease and maple syrup.  The ladies behind the counter worked in an assembly line of biscuits, hash browns, and waffles.  Waffle bits covered the six constantly active waffle irons.  I watched amazed as the orders were shouted down to the end of the line.  The cup of decaf was mighty fine as well.  It was some of the finest live entertainment I have seen in years.

Then we went to fabulous WalMart.  Good grief, why am I always in that wretched store.  Jon went looking for a file for the chain saw.  I went to see if they had any pickling cukes left over to plant.  Nope and nope.  So as usual, we left with a mish mash of stuff to make the trip worth while.  I got my fishing license.  Woot woot!  We picked up some stuff for my special dinner, and got the heck outta there.

My afternoon adventure was the fishing trip to Sylvania lake.  We each got a couple of bites, then nothing.  Sigh.  There is a rule that I have: Don’t fish with little kids.  Ever. I mean it.  Ever.

But we did.  We took Gideon.  Fun.  Basically we casted a lot.  Untangled Gideon’s “fishing pole” (a stick with line and a hook).  Yelled.  Screamed.  Saw a snake.  Left.  Oh and my Nikon strap broke sending my camera into the dirt.  Yup, fishing with kids.  It’s good for a laugh.  I just laugh, and laugh, and laugh.

When we got home, I ate potato chips until I felt better.

Happy Mothers Day to all you Mothers!!

>I Am Knit.

>Shortly after arriving in Alabama the Beautiful, I began to go through my yarn stash. It’s become a creature, a sentient being of sorts. I narrowed it down to a 36 gallon bin. Still, I open the lid and I hear laughter, glasses clinking, and muffled announcements. Its a little intimidating.

I have lots of sizeable scraps and partial balls from projects. What to do what to do? I began taking my Sugar and Cream scraps and making dishrags. That got old. I needed to change things up and bring back the fire! So, while going through all my pattern books, and printed web pages of more patterns, I found a I CAN’T Believe I AM Knitting!!! book from ten years ago. BING! Now, to find the knitting needles that were hiding somewhere. Nothing. Awwwww man! (Whenever I start looking for something, my husband will jump in right away. He’s a great finder of things to be finded.) I kept hunting, and soon Jon presented me with two silver shineez, just begging to be touched. Yay!!!

I assumed that sticking with S & C would be fine. Knitting a wash rag is a perfect place to start. I opened my booklet and learned (or so I thought) the slingshot cast on. In no time I was casting away. Then I came to the knit stitch. No problem. Except for the yarn. I would put the needle through the cast on stitch and everything would unwind. The yarn would not stay in its nice little twist. I gave up and switched to some wool. Wool and knitting is like peanut butter and ladies. Cocaine and waffles. They just go, man. So off I went. I was quickly brought to my knees when I was confronted with the Purl Stitch. Creation of Satan! I was confounded. Bamboozled. Discombobulated!

This all occurred during the Internet Drought of 2010/11. (It was a dark time.) I could not turn to youtube for guidance. I was screwed. I took to Facebook Mobile and begged for help from my friends. My friend Joni, per usual, had several tips. Family, friends, everyone chimed in. To no avail!. It was pure luck that I turned on the Create channel one afternoon and a knitting show was on. There, I caught a glimpse of proper technique, and away I went.

On the show they had knitted and felted a makeup bag. BING! That sounded easy enough! And that’s what I did.

I felted it, so its a little fuzzy, wuzzy, bear. But Momma lubs him like no udder!! Kiss kiss! (Why, yes, that is THE WOOD PANELING in the background. Love it.)

Gotta love some really crappy blanket stitches!

I put in the little zippy zippy and away I go!