Ninety-five Degree Afghan

by Kelly

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Oddball that I am, I crocheted this during our recent (and ongoing) heatwave. Ninety-five degrees in the shade? Sounds like a perfect time to  make a ripple afghan in cool blues and grays.

I do like how these pictures turned out, though. The sunlight shining through the holes in the afghan looks just like sunlight sparkling on water. Note to self - from now on, take pictures only on scorching summer days with 98 percent humidity and glaring sunlight.

 

 And on cold winter days I will curl up in the comfort of my ninety-five degree afghan and remember the sweltering weeks of summer when I made it.

On another note, the above pictures were taken on our screened back porch. This is the only part of our house that I have ever loved. I hate the poky little kitchen, the leaky roof, the bizarre electrical wiring, the partial chimney from a long ago fireplace hidden in the utility closet. But the back porch is a little bug free haven where we can escape and pretend we are living in some breezy vacation locale.

Of course, even here there is room for improvement. Here's another view of the porch.

I would like to think that this picture expresses something profound about the ephemeral nature of the creations of the human race, and the overwhelming urge of the nature to sweep away the old and begin anew. But in all honesty, I think all it says is that it's time to nag my husband about getting out the weed whacker.