Back in the early 1980s, my mom crocheted afghans as Christmas gifts for me and my sisters. Each design was unique. This is the afghan Mom made for my sister Janet. Several years ago, Janet sent the afghan to my eldest, Jeanne.
This afghan is huge. Each square is about 12" x 12". Here's it's spread out on a king size bed.
I was visiting Jeanne a few months back when I noticed the afghan could use a little help, a little sprucing up. So I brought it to my house ... where it sat. Whoops.
I wanted to do it justice and not make the damage worse through mishandling it. So I did some research, took a deep breath or two, and started in on the repairs.
I finally decided that I'd give myself a deadline in which to restore it. That was Jeanne's 40th birthday / Thanksgiving Day.
I found some matching brown yarn to reinforce all the seams and corners where the squares had pulled away from each other.
Then gave the afghan a good wash.
I took time to bury the many, many thread tails that had come loose on the back.
I bought a new fabric shaver
and removed about a bazillion pills from both the front and back.
That's an 8-1/2" x 11" piece of paper the blob is sitting on. Lots and lots of pills. That took some time and patience.
Working on the restoration put me in an interesting headspace. I could remember watching Mom crocheting the squares using
the long afghan crochet hook. I'd never seen one used before. Each square is worked in a way that produces a solid grid onto which a cross-stitch design is stitched.
She picked out various patterns to embroider onto the squares. There are two versions of each pattern in the afghan.
The color choices in the blanket are so very Mom. She liked colors that were slightly muted, rather than true bright rainbow colors.
Taking the time to work with each square helped me feel very close to Mom.
It helped me feel close to my sister Janet.
It helped me feel close to Jeanne.
Repairing this afghan felt like a sacred act. My hands, my skill, became a bridge across time.
Needlework literally runs in my blood. Ancestors on both sides of my family earned a living by the work of their hands as tailors and dressmakers.
Now it's my turn to pass the skills on.