Blankets

Under normal circumstances, I have an attention span that falls somewhere between small furry animal and hyperactive toddler. Unless I'm really into something, I tend not to stick around that long; but when I'm into something, I'm really into it. Right now I'm really into Native American Studies. Do yourself a favor. Don't ask me about the Lakota or post-colonialism, or (as Christianchick found yesterday) Pocahontas. You won't be going anywhere for a while if you do. In early December, I was really into the idea of crocheting a blanket for my friend. We'll call him (the friend, not the blanket) S, for I am a Blogger and get to refer to people as amusing pseudonyms.

I think I have found my Moby Dick. Seriously.

This thing might just well be the death of me. Realizing my attention span, I usually keep to crocheting scarves. Maybe a potholder. Small things, easily finished or cast aside. The Blanket (and yes, it merits the capital letter) was supposed to be a Christmas present. S is getting married in August; if he's lucky, the Blanket will be a wedding present, if he isn't, we're looking at having it finished sometime before his first kid is born (which, lord willing, will be quite a ways in the future). I crocheted furiously all through dead week and finals week and the first week I was at my Girl's apartment in the Frozen North...and then I forgot about it. Until today. It's coming to work with me. Hopefully I will not end up strangled by it, although it is a distinct possibility.