A ‘ta-dah’ moment! I finished the blanket I was making for Ewan at the weekend. I am so pleased with it. Not only is is Lucy’s Neat Ripple pattern, which is so soothing to work, but it is her colour scheme too. Oh, Coastal Ripple, how do I love thee? Let me count the ways… Firstly, there is the ripple pattern itself. It’s both a stash-buster and, for me, a stress-buster, too. It’s extremely simple; once you have the basic stitches down, you don’t need to keep stopping to check a pattern. There’s a rhythm to it that I find incredibly soothing. I swear I can feel my heart rate slow down and my jaw unclench as I start to hook. Working this pattern, I can curl up in my chair, put some music on and just let my mind wander. It’s almost like a form of self-hypnosis!
Secondly, those colours! I fell in love with this colour scheme the moment I saw it. I spent much of my childhood growing up in North Wales, right on the coast. I can smell the sea when I look at these colours. I can feel the sand between my toes, hear the breeze rustle through the dune grass. I can feel the sun on my face as I look the blues that bring to mind hot summer days and cloudless skies, and I feel the cold blue/greens of the sea lapping against my skin. The greys conjure up colder days, stormy days. Winter days when we went down to the shore wrapped up in hats and scarves and wearing wellies. They also conjure up the chink of pebbles and stiff breezes. I am transported back to childhood and the wonder of the shore, the birds, the boats, the smell of seaweed.
Thirdly, I didn’t have to worry about if my colours worked well together. Did this one look right next to that one? What colour should I use next. Lucy took away all the stress I usually feel when picking out colours and all that was left was pure pleasure; a sense of wonder as she used combinations that I would never have dreamed of and they looked fantastic.
Last, but not least, Ewan loves it! He takes being a teenager very seriously. He’d rather have his tongue torn out that express something resembling enthusiasm for anything (except World of Warcraft). He has raised indifference to an art form. I know that if I asked him outright if he liked it, he’d shrug and mumble, ‘It’s all right.’ But when I gave it to him, he practically snatched it out of my hands and disappeared back to his computer. He spent the rest of the day cuddling it and, at bedtime, slouched off to bed, as only teenagers can, clutching it. When I went into his bedroom the following day, intending to retrieve it to take some photos of it in a good light, I couldn’t find it. It turned up in his bed! In a funny way, that makes perfect sense. Why have something soft and snuggly on top of your bed?
Making this blanket gave me a lot of pleasure. Seeing Ewan enjoy it so much is indescribable 😀 Thank you, Lucy.