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The Afghans

For years I wanted to make an afghan. I realized my dream this year. Masha’Allah! I made two of them.

The first one
The second one

More than twenty years ago, I chose a design from Needlework and Craft. I bought the necessary wool. It was in cream color. The main work was in square shape. I don’t remember how many squares were needed. The flowers on them were to be embroidered after finishing the squares. I did crochet about two of them. After that I don’t remember why I stopped working on the afghan, and where all that wool went.

This year my eyes felled upon a colorful afghan designed by red heart.com All the colors were calling to me, and I couldn’t resist. I wish I had waited to buy those colors in the original one. I started with what I had at home.

Nola (daughter) first question on phone is what you have been doing ? I told her with the result that she claimed first dibs on it. When she came to visit, I gave it to her.

Now (once started) I would Insha’Allah like to make another two for guests use. I have not started. This time I will gather the wool first after I decide on a pattern. Let’s see when I make a start. At the moment there is hardly any time to while it away with crocheting.

Can’t Say No

(Your Thing) for Dummies
Take a complicated subject you know more about than most people, and explain it to a friend who knows nothing about it at all.

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There is nothing complicated about knitting, and reading the instructions from a magazine for any article.

One neighbor sought me to teach her knitting, and reading the instructions. I agreed, all in good faith. She knew English, so I thought it won’t be a problem for her to continue on her own, once she learnt the basics.

The first day she arrived was early in the morning. I had yet to finish feeding, and dressing my two toddlers. Never mind, she had come minus any needles, and wool. In a few seconds she would muddle up the simple instructions.

I continued with the patience of a saint (which I didn’t know I had in me), to help her learn. Over the next two weeks she learnt the basic know-how. I parted with my two sets of needles, and quite a few knitting magazines to finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Another lady of my acquaintance learnt that the leggings, cardigans, mittens, and caps of my kids were made by me. One day she announced to me she wanted to learn on my knitting machine. I couldn’t say no to her face.

I reluctantly set up the machine for her. Minutes later she had broken five needles, and was all set to break a few more. Meanwhile I was watching with a cringing heart. I found my courage to ask her to stop, when the carriage barely missed the floor.

After a day, or so she asked if I had bought the needles. Fortunately for me (I think you can understand), they were unavailable in the local market. The machine was from UK. My machine survived the onslaught.