Ah moving...one of those times in life where we get rid of the old, welcome the new and rediscover things forgotten. Case in point: these pillows I made from a vintage afghan.
I made these when I lived in Minnesota and actually never used them. It was shortly before I moved to California, and they got packed up into a box and forgotten about. I still love them, but one of the reasons they never got unpacked is because they're not really a favorite of Craig's. I'm enamored by vintage afghans- I love the colors and patterns, and imagine the stories of their creation. Where long hours spent crocheting to make the perfect gift for someone? Was this a first project that started a lifelong love of crafting? Or one of a long series of projects simply inspired by a particular color of yarn? Craig just sees them as "granny." I get it, and there are other things I would rather fight for. So the pillows get put away.