My first afghan

An open air bazaar is yearly held in my husband’s home town 

on the occasion of the patron saint celebrations. 

It’s an important event even if it does not appeal to me.

However, the youngest member of our family finds it very funny 

and cool and never wants to miss it. It’s actually a huge fair, a street

 market and regardless if you are going to buy something or not, 

sometimes a walk among the stands can be revealing. 

She was determined to spend her pocket money on trifles, 
that is what she did. I come to the point. 

Five euros for five skeins of yarn, an inspiring gift for the mom! 

It automatically made it all worthwhile. Cheap yarn, not so bad after 

all, chosen by my girl! That’s how I have got around to starting 

this afghan, my first one. 

I bought some grey yarn to join the squares and here it is! 

Despite autumn’s fall the sun keeps shining and my little blanket 

was exposed outdoors, on the roof terrace and in the garden.

Experienced crocheters will certainly find many mistakes but it is
 inevitable in crocheting, isn’t it? I'm not sure which house this blanket 

will end up in ... Maybe in the country home; it will fit perfectly well in 
our rural living room I think.

If you have read my blog for a while, you will know that I willingly 

succumb to the charm of a real and authentic autumn season 

that is not our case, alas! Indian summer has 

no intention of surrendering… 

  Isn’t it time to go inside, put a large sweater on, take a warm cup 

of tea and curl up with a book? Counting on the cozy feeling 

of my little afghan, hope fall will finally make a decent appearance!

Sending some of that superfluous sunshine where there is need of!

O