Crocheting an Afghan – A Labor of Love

I have always heard crocheting an afghan is a labor of love.  When I was a kid, one of my great aunts crocheted an afghan each for me and my two brothers and gave them to us as Christmas presents.  Each afghan was a different color, shape and size, and each one made with one of us in mind.  We knew they were special and they quickly became our favorite blankets.  Until recently, I didn’t realize how much time and effort and love actually goes into making such a gift.

While crocheting my first afghan, I didn’t give it a second thought because I was making it for me.  There was no timeline and it didn’t really matter how it turned out.  I was learning to crochet and it was something on my bucket list.  I knew I would treasure it regardless of its imperfections.

My most recent crochet project, the Textured Stripes Throw from Ravelry.com was different.  This afghan was a gift for my parents.  Each step of the process I thought of them – I searched for a pattern they would like.  I carefully chose colors to match their home.  I wanted it to be unique, so I manipulated the pattern a little and randomly choose the stripe colors for each set of row repeats.  As I crocheted row upon row, I thought of them and how they’ve been married over 40 years, and their love for one another, their children, and their grandchildren.

Textured Stripes Throw

As best as I can figure, the afghan took me over 40 hours to complete.  I worked on it in small chunks of time over the course of three weeks.  I can’t imagine one spending this much time creating something for someone they dislike.  As I completed each stitch, I was making progress, but I was also making something for two people whom I love dearly.  By the end of the project, I concluded crocheting an afghan truly is a labor of love.

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