Here is its evolution so far.
Here is my inspiration.
When it's finished, I'll post a pic like the one above, in all its glory.
Crocheting is how I justify watching lots of movies. My little afghan is long enough to cover my feet and warm me up while I sit there. This afghan was going to be a gift for someone who has since gone out of my life. So I set the project aside for awhile until I made up my mind to finish it as a gift for my own home.
Arachne, the weaving goddess who got turned into a spider.
Tennyson's poem, weaving her tapestry as life goes by outside her window.
But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror's magic sights,
For often through the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;
Or when the Moon was overhead,
Came two young lovers lately wed.
"I am half sick of shadows," said
The Lady of Shalott.
--Alfred Lord Tennyson
Or the weaving nornir (norns) of Norse mythology, who spin and weave the fates of all people. But if all that were true, then my family would be whole again.
Like Water for Chocolate, who baked her tears into dishes, and all who ate the food began to cry. She did the same with her anger, desire and passion. I hope that those who take warmth under my blanket experience my determination and not my heartache.
But really, what I weave are words.