I’ve spent the last few months working on this baby blanket. Not steady work, just off and on when I haven’t felt like doing much of anything else. You know those days, when you need to do something but you don’t want to think too much or too hard?
The blanket is for a young couple at our church who are having a baby boy in the next few months. They have two of the most adorable little girls, all bubbly and bouncy and full of giggles, ribbons and bows. That poor little boy is going to have a hard way to go. Smile.
I selected the colors:
Because I thought they were appropriately boy but not traditionally boy. The parents are a young and hip couple with a Christian rock edge to them. And, well, I like coffee so any colors that evoke images of my beloved beverage can’t be wrong, right? Right.
I still have the vest from a few months back that I need to finish, but I don’t see that happening any time soon. Maybe I’ll try my hand at something new like boot socks. Or leg warmers. Or fingerless gloves. Or a hat.
I love to take pictures but I haven’t had a chance to go out in a while so I don’t have any recent shots. If you’d like to see some of my pictures, you can check them out on Facebook.
I also enjoying crocheting. Unfortunately, the only things I can make are scarves and blankets. I already have enough scarves, so I was thinking about seeing if I can donate the new ones to a women’s shelter. I also have several baby blankets that I’ve made (and no baby) that I’d like to donate too. To see some of my scarves, check me out on Flickr.
Actually, I’m not having a baby but my twin sister is pregnant with her third son. So it’s like I’m having a baby too. With each of my sister’s pregnancies, I knew she was pregnant before she did (except this time). With her first son, I was in Korea when she had him but I knew when the labor started and ended because I had incredible back pains that day. My mother was stunned when I talked to her and said “I know Shontel had the baby today, I just don’t know what she had.” Many years later, when she was pregnant with her second son, the doctors told her he would be born at the end of May. I told her he’d be born between 8 and 12 April, he was born 9 April. But this baby? He was a complete and total surprise. For the both of us…
I’ve always been more the sympathetic of the two of us. And also the more dramatic, but I’ll save that for another day. When my sister hurts, I hurt and when she laughs, I laugh. But what makes us truly unique is how incredibly different we are. I always tell people that if we weren’t sisters we’d probably hate each other. We are that different. I’m tall, she’s short. I’m light~skinned and she’s brown~skinned. She excelled at athletics, I spent my free time in the library (a bit of foreshadowing, perhaps). But it’s more than the physical differences, there’s the emotional/social stuff. She’s outgoing and personable, my kids swear I don’t like people. She’s a follow~the~rules sort, while I go wherever the wind blows. My sister has classic urban style but she tells people I look like I just drifted off some hippie commune. Yet, we’ve become more similar as we’ve aged.
Often times we’ll get frustrated because we can’t reach other on the phone, only to find out that we were calling each other at the same time. Or we’ll call my mother at the same time and force her to choose who she’s going to speak to at that moment. Usually, I’ll defer to Shontel. After all, she is my older sister. Now those 45 minutes make a big difference but when we were kids I swore we were equal!
My sister’s pregnancy has been full of drama and suspense. During the first trimester, the doctors were unable to find Caleb’s heartbeat for nearly 2 days. Helplessly, I listened as my sister cried into the phone, wondering what she should do… Being in Pennsylvania while she’s in Tennessee doesn’t help. But I knew everything would be ok ~ it’s an amazing thing, the power of prayer. Into her second trimester, my sister started passing out. Yet again, we were concerned and worried about Caleb. Once again, he pulled through. This boy’s a fighter! Now we’re entering the third trimester, it’s almost over.
When my sister first told me that she was having a boy, I started crocheting a blanket for him. With each scare, I’d add a prayer to the stitch. Now when I look at the brown, tan and blue stitches, I see more than just a blanket. I see love, prayers, hope and faith, neatly bound together like family.
I eagerly await Caleb’s arrival, fully prepared to love him and take my place as favorite aunt (sorry, Jacqui). Until then, I will continue to text Shontel in the middle of the night when the baby is bothering me with some strange craving…
Today I started my fourth and final blanket of the year for Project Linus. I’m using a ripple stitch pattern that I found on Hooked on Needles… I think it’ll be nice and fluffy, very cozy for the wee one. I’m using the same icy yellow color that I used on the previous blankets and I plan to add in the icy mint just for some variation.
I realized as I was writing this post that I didn’t mention the third blanket that I made. I crocheted it using a granny square pattern ~ rustic and quaint, just like a real grandma. I’m including pictures of the blanket because, well, I’m just as proud of it as I am of the others that I’ve made. The center is yellow and the border is green, like the other blankets in this group.
This has been a fun and time consuming project. I’ve had to learn some new stitches and I’ve had to start blankets over several times (nothing like losing count on those single stitches). Still I wouldn’t trade this for anything. If it hadn’t been for National Blog Posting Month and the mitzvah challenge, I probably wouldn’t have started this.
I do plan to continue crocheting blankets for Project Linus but I’d like to branch out and work on other projects too. I will be checking out Crochet ~n~ More for charity ideas.
One of the changes I plan to make is to maybe do some theme based crocheting. Perhaps use some seasonal colors or something along those lines. I’d even like to create something a little funky but I don’t know what yet. But once I figure it out, you will be the first to know! *wink*
If you participate in a charity, I’d like to know about it, so don’t forget to drop me a line and leave a link if you can.
Originally, this project started as my mitzvah for National Blog Posting Month, but I fell out of that race a long time ago. But I’m still determined to go through with the project because I am really enjoying it. Go here for more pictures of my blankets for Project Linus…Or go to Project Linus to donate your own handmade blankets…
My twins were born on 20 September 1995, weighing in at just 4 lbs 3 oz and 4 lbs 1 oz. We had nine days notice. Yes, I’m serious. Nine days earlier I was stretched out on the exam table staring at what I hoped was a broken ultrasound, while the doctor casually pointed to “Twin A” and “Twin B.” “And, um, by the way, you’ll have to drive to Brooke Army Medical Center to have them because we don’t deliver twins here. Furthermore, we’re not sure what condition the babies will be in since we’re just finding out about them.” Deep intake of breath…spinning room…I live in Louisiana, that means we have to drive my daughter to Mississippi to my parents’ house and then drive to Texas to have these babies? Are they crazy? And what if they’re siamese twins? What if something’s wrong with them? I cannot believe I’m having two babies. In nine days. How in the heck does a doctor miss TWO babies?
Fortunately, my babies were born healthy and spent only a week in the NICU. However, that week has left an indelible mark on my heart. I remember watching the other parents lean over the incubators, stroking the tiny fingers of their babies as they waited for some sign that everything would work out and their little one would join them at home. I remember how panicked I felt when Brandon stopped breathing and turned blue while Tony was back in Louisiana taking care of some business. I remember the two of us encouraging the babies to drink and hold down an ounce of milk so we could take them home with us.
I’ve always known that at some point I wanted to figure out away to bring a bit of comfort to the babies and their parents who find themselves in the same situation. That’s why I was happy to find out about Project Linus. Their mission is “to provide love, a sense of security, warmth and comfort to children who are seriously ill, traumatized, or otherwise in need through gifts of new, handmade blankets and afghans, lovingly created by volunteer ‘blanketeers.'”
I started my first blanket four days ago and finished it up this evening. I used one of the patterns from the Project Linus website. To find chapters in your area, go here. If you like to crochet, knit or sew, you can become a volunteer blanketeer. Just remember blankets must be:
~ free of pins
~ and come from a smoke free environment (due to allergies)
Blankets of any size are welcome and will be used for children from newborn to 18 years of age.
If you’re not a crafter, Project Linus also welcomes monetary donations they also in need people to make hospital deliveries. P.S. *This post is not endorsed by Project Linus