And it is beyond ridiculous. Here I've spread it across a double bed so you can see that it's the Babe The Blue Ox of Afghans.
I know yall won't think it's stupid-looking, and if I had intended it be be as big as a DOUBLE bedspread, then that would be cool. But I didn't. I intended it to be about 5x7 feet. But it somehow grew to double-bed size. It took forever. And never, ever again will I let that happen. I'm also not entirely pleased with the pattern, but it's OK. I'd like to have inserted a couple more green squares and broken up that big dull medium blue expanse, but it's pretty nice, plus it taught me some things.
Meanwhile, here's a cool thing. My grandmother's sewing cabinet, which was later my mother's sewing cabinet (even sewing-averse people have to put on a button or something at times) is over at Dad's/Mom's house, and in it I just discovered my great grandmother's crochet hook.
I'm making an assumption that it was hers, since my grandmother did knit and do needlepoint, but I'm not aware that she ever crocheted. Either way, it belonged to one of them.
Back home in my own venerable junk, I also turned up a bundle of my own crochet hooks from circa 1970. One of them, a "size 00" , is almost a duplicate of Gran-or-Granny's.
But not quite. And I will never get the two mixed up because thanks to inflation -- something I'll probably never again have occasion to say -- they are clearly from different decades:
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