Every time I think the Afghanalong is over and done with, it isn’t. A stone was skipped back in 2004 and the ripples are still rippling. (For those just joining the program, you can read about the Afghanalong for Afghans by putting “afghanalong” into our little search machine down on the lower right sidebar. We had a lot of fun. We made a ton of squares. Then we sewed them up and sent them to Afghanistan with these folks.)
Shopping for afghans for afghans for Afghans
Here was the situation in 2004: to my shock and awe, every day my mailbox was stuffed with 8 x 8-inch squares from all over the world. The end of every month was NUTS. I started sorting squares by color and hyperventilating at the thought of sewing them all up into blankets.
Early on, I woke up and smelled this Universal Truth:
The Knitters: They like the Noro.
Oh sure, they whine about the scratchiness of Kureyon and the crunchy Vegetable Matter they have to pick out of the Silk Garden, but do they stop knitting with it? Negatory. They never, ever stop knitting with it. The colors are too purty. And not for nothing, but do you think all those Booga bags just auto-knitted and flung their own selves into washing machines? No, my friends, the knitters made them, out of the Noro they supposedly hate and despise.
So I was yakking with Polly about this pile of Noro squares, and saying, in a completely non-hinty way, wouldn’t it be nice if we happened to get enough Noro squares — I may have mentioned a figure of 36 to 40–to make an All-Noro blanket for the Afghanalong? And then, as surely as day follows night, Polly brought over 20-some-odd Noro squares and a bag stuffed with random Noro scraps that had been scrounged from the stashes of Britannia. (Polly claimed that most of them came from Jill R. I haven’t met Jill R., but I envision her walking the streets of London, trailing oddments of Noro.)
In the fullness of time, the Dream of the All-Noro Afghan became a reality. And the knitters who had contributed the bulk of the Noro squares talked among themselves, and they agreed that it would be a good idea to auction off the All-Noro Afghan to raise money for afghans for Afghans, which needs money because chartering planes to carry loads of blankets and sweaters and hats into Afghanistan is a very expensive proposition.
That auction is happening right now, and for the next 5 days. I am really proud of myself for figuring out how to do an eBay charity auction, as this is not the sort of thing I am Good At. I am hoping it raises a nice chunk of change for A4A. The All-Noro Afghan is a showstopper on its own, but the story of how it was made–by talented hands and big hearts–makes it priceless. So everybody please head on over there and bid it up. And if you happen to have a textile-mad big-spending pal: You Know What To Do.
Non-bidder’s remorse is a terrible thing.
But Wait! More Ripples!
Kelli Ann has taken many boxes of squares for her knitting group in Montreal to sew up. This has lightened the load tremendously. But, being Kelli Ann, she was not content to sew up what she got. This was not laborious enough for the likes of Kelli Ann. She wanted MORE WORK. So she asked the knitters of Montreal to knit a whole bunch more squares, and they did. Hoo-boy, did they ever. When they finally were satisfied with the number of squares, they sewed them up. By my calculations, they turned 2 afghans worth of squares into 6 big blankets.
All the green squares were Made In Montreal.
Ain’t they gorgeous? (See them all at the slideshow; maybe you’ll spot your own squares!)
Thank you, Kelli Ann and Knitters of Montreal. Mwahs upon your heads. Ya done good.
For a sight more gorgeous than any handknit, go over to Kelli Ann’s and see her brand-new baby girl. (Yeah. Kelli Ann was shlepping boxes to the post office throughout her third trimester and well past her due date. She’s a worker, that one.)
And now I’m ready for the Knitting Olympics. I’ve got my skates on and I’m ready to crank hats like a madwoman. (“Like” a madwoman?)
(My personal Team Dulaan mantra is: A Hat a Day? No Bleepin’ Way! Must adjust attitude.)
Don’t forget about the auction.