Blue Eyes

I had to find yarn this color.

I drove my older son home to SoHum this afternoon, and my younger one is at a friend's in Eureka, so suddenly it's very quiet in this house.

My older son will be graduating high school in a couple of months, so I've been thinking about what a financially strapped mother can give him to commemorate this accomplishment.

I've decided I will make him a cookbook of all the recipes of mine that are his favorite foods-- snickerdoodles, macaroni and cheese, shrimp-potato soup, meatloaf, etc. And I am going to crochet an afghan to keep him warm.

During his visit, I asked him what his favorite color is.

"Blue"

"What kind of blue?"

"I don't know. Like my eyes?"

So when I got back to McKinleyville this evening, I stopped in the little yarn shop on Bella Vista Hill to search for yarn the color of my son's eyes.

I found it, and it's the softest lambswool.

So here I go again, crocheting a big project, weaving love, warmth and support into a blanket for my child, now a man.