I don't know how many I've done. Hundreds?
Waves and puffs create a visually interesting fancy blanket that my hands would produce about every two to three months. As soon as one was finished, I'd store it in a large plastic bag and start another.
One found it's home with a young mother who had just lost her baby. She said, sometimes when she was alone, she just needed a hug, and she'd just wrap the afghan around her and cry.
Eventually, I tired of the same pattern and tried something I called Marshmallow Parfait:
Lately, I've been using a simple, single crochet stitch to produce heavier, camplike blankets, but still using multiple colors that keep my interest as I anticipate which skein I'll use next.
I've sold a few of my afghans, but mostly, I give them away to those who are grieving or celebrating. I gave one of my latest ones to a young woman who was grieving the recent loss of her father while celebrating her birthday and engagement.
It's just what I do. I crochet afghans to give away. Yarn is a regular part of my household budget and shopping item, keeping me supplied for my habit. It doesn't hurt that Red Heart yarn donates a portion of every skein to the Red Cross, I guess.
We do what we can, with what we have, and pray it makes a small difference.
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