I love afghans. They are warm and cuddly and perfect for naps. I love all soft blankets but I love afghans in particular because I can make them. For some reason my hands get fidgity without something to do. I can't seem to be without yarn in my hands.
I've made beanies and scarves in the past and have even had passing thoughts of making clothing. Passing is the key word. I very firmly believe that blankets are the best; you can cuddle with your hunny underneath a blanket. It wouldn't work so well for two people to try cuddling in a sweater, assuming that proximity does not always equal cuddling.
I also believe bigger the better when it comes to blankets! Which is a point I tend to overkill, albeit unintentionally most of the time.
The first afghan I made for my mother was just such a catastrophe. The width turned into the length and the blanket ended up being about 10' by 3'. It became a lap blanket for everyone on the couch. Then after serving in that capacity for several years it evidently decided to make a career change. My darling mother informed me that it now perfectly fits her king size bed. Strange happenings are afoot!
At least she still loves it. I hated it by the time I was finished. Okay, maybe I was just very annoyed that it was being so disobedient. I'm still rather suspicious of it's transforming powers. Perhaps Lion's Brand yarn is really made out of fuzzy spandex.
