Next year's crochet blanket...

Is it Friday already? This is how my weekend is looking... Picnic, flask, wool. Cricket. Crochet.

I've decided to see what all the fuss is about with ripple blankets. When I started to crochet they seemed like a long and boring task to me. I've bravely cast on for a single bed size one with next year's cricket matches in mind. That's the one with greys, blues, mustard, off white. It didn't seem too bad until I started a much smaller baby size blanket which of course is working up a little faster.

I'm in the mood for something that doesn't require too much concentration. M and I are midway through a whole stack of recorded Foyle's War repeats. I didn't see it the first time round and of course it is set exactly where I lived as a child. Frequent references to Hastings, Bexhill, Hythe, Brighton etc. Last night I had to stop myself pointing out all the places I know. It would probably annoy M. I did point out Hastings Castle though, what's left of it. So the ripple blankets, with their simplicity are ideal for multitasking with tv watching.

I've been pointing out vintage crochet too, in much the same way as Jake used to point out tractors when he was four 'look, tacter!' Look! Crochet hat!