Remember the Afghanalong for Afghans? Remember how dutiful I was about taking pictures of every square so that all could ogle and kvell? Remember how I sucked at taking pictures of the finished afghans before sending them off to Afghans for Afghans? Remember how you mentioned that to me, in a spirit of love?
Well, in a spirit of love, I managed to take some pictures when I was packing up our most recent shipment. These are blankets that were finished up at off-site sew-up bees. Enjoy!
The Green, Green Afghan of Chicago
Green is a special color in Islam. So this is a special afghan. A while back, I sent off a bunch of green squares to Evelyn in Chicago. She and Susan, another Chicagoan, got together (they had never met) a few times and sewed it up. Eventually, after the blanket spent some time in Evelyn’s bathtub with the rest of her stash, they managed to say goodbye to it. Isn’t it something?
This afghan totally validates the ‘Sea of One Color’ approach to square-sorting, in my opinion.
Le Rouge et la Rose
Amber, who came to the New York Sew-up Bee last September (scroll down to September 14 for a glimpse of Amber laying out squares), volunteered her Brooklyn stitch n’ bitch group, not only to sew up an entire afghan, but to tidy and border the all-red afghan that was started but not finished at the sew-up party. A while back, we arranged a coffee bar hand-off, where I received a shopping bag containing these two beauties.
Le Grand Rouge. O, la la! The Sea of Red!
The Perky Pastel Afghan. I was really worried about this one. I fretted about pastels looking flat, and somebody in Afghanistan saying, ‘Sorry, we don’t do pink.’ But I’m not worried anymore. I love this blanket. It sings. I think the key is the citrusy yellows, which wake up the pallid shades.
I also love the happy surprises: a crochet square and its neighboring avant-garde intarsia square, and a square embellished with crochet roses.
Off they go, with a dishcloth cotton one we’ve already shown, on the first leg of their journey to Afghanistan. Goodbye, my little afghans! Go in peace!
P.S. I hope this digression about knitting doesn’t impede the mighty river of reminiscences about Mr. Bradley The Electrocutin’ Anti-Darwinian Biology Teacher, in the comments to yesterday’s post.