Posted on Wednesday, September 26 2012 at 5pm
Don't you just love it when you discover handmade treats in unexpected places? For months I walked past this crochet blanket in a beautiful messy pile of crochet in the hallway of my shared flat. The pile belonged to my friend & neighbour Amy - who has a flair for picking up broken old objects from charity shops, flea markets and car boot sales, then fixing them up into high-end shabby chic furniture to sell on. So I asked her if the blankets were for sale and she very generously gave me this one as a gift! Before I can properly get it installed in our house to snuggle under, it needs a bit of TLC as it's had a tough time over the years - so my current project is a crochet restoration effort...
I really love the higgeldy-piggeldy rainbow of amazing technicolour in this blanket - I love the fact that it's not all matching but seems to be geniuinely made up of scraps of yarn. Over the years, Amy and her daughter Paloma were using it as a picnic blanket so it's seen a bit of wear and tear and is full of holes. So this week I set out (with a bit of help from my friend Holly), to start the process of bringing it back to life.
While most of the blanket is a mish mash of all sorts of shades of yarn, it includes a bright red outline that unifies the whole pattern. This outline is coming away all around the edges, so phase one of 'operation rescue blanket' involved curling up on the sofa and taking one section at a time, then stitching the edging back into place.
It's hard to get a feel for the scale of the blanket in this post but it's twice as tall as me and has about 20 large holes to repair. The yarn is also scratchy and full of grass and bits and bobs from Amy's garden! So after we've fixed it up, the next step will be a nice gentle wash with some fabric softener to see if I can nurse it back to snuggly form.
But first - here's an example of one of the many holes that need patching up - I'm really enjoying this project. I like the fact that I don't know who made the blanket or where it lived before Amy found it on a market stall in london years ago - if it could talk, what tales would it tell? Happily now I can add a new chapter to its story as once it's finished, it's going to take pride of place on a rocking chair in my nearly-due-baby's nursery.