A few days ago, I walked by one of my kids curled up under this blanket (The Babette Blanket, from Spring Interweave Crochet 2007?). I said loudly to the walls, the wind, and any who might hear, “Couldn’t the person who made this weave in all the ends??!!” Well, you would think!
And as I turned, it hit me. Right there is a picture of my life! Lots and lots of loose ends! It seems that very little of what I do in life (and really for all of us, I think) is actually something to cross off a list for good. Laundry, once washed and folded, has a way of piling up again. Meals cooked and cleaned up only pave the way to the next meal that needs to be prepared. Straightening the house only makes room for more stuff. Lesson plans created and taught, must be created and taught once again as a new week/month approaches. Money made has a way of disappearing and needing to be worked for again and again. Drawings and paintings wind up half-finished. Knit and crochet projects don’t even make it to the loose end stage…the once exciting project ends up stashed in a closet somewhere for who-knows-when. And before I completely pull you down into an Ecclesiastes state of mind, crying “Meaningless, meaningless!”…there IS hope here, I know there is.
It’s the OTHER SIDE! Turning my blanket over, the loose ends disappear! (Well, almost all of them:) The “other side” is lovely, colorful, a finished work. When I first finished crocheting the squares together (two years ago), I was so excited about using it I just didn’t have the patience to weave in all those ends. Two years (and much use) later, the ends haven’t woven themselves in, and I think I shall just leave them there to remind me that on THIS side of life, THERE WILL BE LOOSE ENDS. It won’t be ’til I’ve reached the other side, that I’ll finally have all loose ends woven in, and I’ll get to see the beauty. To be sure, there’s beauty to be seen here on the unfinished side!! I just don’t want to miss it whilst fretting about all those loose ends!
P.S. h/t to my husband for the title of this post. He was standing within earshot of my loud declaration and said, “That’s a blog post!”
P.P.S. Here‘s what my blanket looks like on the other side.