When I was a little kid, my grandma crocheted a blanket for me out of bright acrylic yarn.
When I hit a growth spurt, she would take the blanket back and add on more stripes, and I liked to think that the blanket was sort of like a tree—you could tell just how old I was by how many colored stripes surrounded its center. (There are 40 stripes coming out from the core, plus a border. And that’s sort of perfect. For the next six months.)
I always curled up in this blanket on sick days. Today is one of those days. (Yeah. It’s way too small and will probably serve as more of a lap blanket. I really should learn how to crochet so I can add on to Grandma’s blanket without fear of screwing it up.) ((Also, Grandma would LOVE to know that my kids consider this blanket to be a top priority when they’re home sick from school.))