When Kevin's family visited us in October, Mom helped me correct my crochet styles and helped give me confidence to read a pattern. I have been "crocheting" for years, since freshman year of college when every girl on my floor was yarning it up during movies and slow Saturdays. But I never made anything other than scarves. No patter required.
With my good friend, Debbie, preparing for the December birth of her firstborn daughter, I decided now was the time to get past my fear. Armed with a pattern and a crochet hook, I headed to the craft store to find the perfect yarn. This was a much more daunting feat than anticipated. There was aisle after aisle of colors and textures. The options seemed endless. I finally chose this lovely Silver Gray. I thought it suited Debbie's taste perfectly. Hopefully I was right. :)
I flew through 8 skeins of yarn like nobody's business and ended up with a pretty lovely baby afghan. (Thanks to Mom E. for photographing the completed project--because I forgot--and for hand delivering the gift--because I live a couple hundred miles away.)