Altered the pattern to fill it out to a 6” square by doing an outermost row of hdc, with 3 hdc in each ch1 corner.

It is only fitting that my foray back into crochet should be in screaming pink, squeaky acrylic with some tinsel in. It’s how I began crochet and, since it was the only thing available to me, it’s how I began to hate crochet and moved into my massive cross-stitch project phase, from which I moved into my 16th clothing craze and now, knitting.

It’s also a granny square. I learned to crochet around the time I was 11 or 12, self taught from the Coats & Clark book with tatting, embroidery, knitting, and crochet. (By the way, don’t give that book to anyone you want to learn to knit. Awful. Awful, and I gave it many goes before seeking elsewhere a few years ago.) I have never, ever made a granny square. I’m not sure that my mom, the afghan-gifting queen has ever made one. We are not fans of the granny square. But it was time.

Only a very special recipient could induce me to take up hook and apply it to squeakiest of squeaky, eye-blindingly bright pink yarn with tinsel in. This square will go in a shipment to the person who’ll make it up with many, many others into a blanket, and I’ll be sending both Lipton and Luzianne with mine for a tweasel from the South who is far from home and in need of comfort like no other time in her life.

Love, hoar. You know me hardly at all, but I’m thinking of you.