This is part of the third annual Knitting and Crochet Blogging Week

These challenges keep getting harder.

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Hello, I am Uncoordinated Blanket.  I don’t know why she calls me that.  I don’t think I like it, I wish she called me something cool like Serenity or something Zen like that.  I know I am not a perfect combination of colors.  Nor am I knit out of a smart stitch or even something lace.  I am a plain garter stitch blanket.  But I come from so many different places.  There yarn I am made of was used to make 3 hats, 2 cardigans, 2 baby blankets and a shawl in me.  I am unique.  I will never be reproduced.  And that is why I am beautiful.  I am made of the plainest of plain stitches.  I am sturdy, I am basic and I am predictable.  I can’t wait until I am done.  I don’t know how big I will be, but I hope she will make me huge.  I want to be a huge blanket.  Babies are cute, but they grow up and they will need bigger blankets.  I want to be the biggest blanket of all.  I want to travel the world with them as a family.  I want to be packed in their suitcases and go wherever they will go, whenever they need to go.  I want to keep her little one warm because I know she knits for that little one lots of things just to wrap her with hand knit love.  Oh that little one, she gave me a hug and a kiss and asked her mother to make me big so I could sit on the couch with her.  I just hope she doesn’t want to make tents and blanket castles out of me.

I know she loves to knit lace and socks, and the kinds of things that challenge her. But I know why she is knitting me. She is in love with my calmness, my easiness, that the only thing she has to do is hold the needles and her hands do the work without thinking. She sits in bed listening to podcasts while she knits me. She daydreams. I know she is day dreaming when the knitting slows down into a steady pace. The stitches are no longer deliberate but are a product of muscle memory in her hands. I wonder what she is day dreaming about. I think she daydreams about going places she has never been. She is a strange lady. She is distant but she is very warm. She likes to squish my stitches and feel my texture. I think she likes it.

I can’t wait till I am finished. I want to go to the fun place they call the washing machine. From what I understand it is like an amusement park where I will come out smelling really nice. I went to beach once, but I didn’t like it. The sand kept getting into my yarn and I don’t like that it is rough and scratchy. She tried to work on me while there, but kept getting interrupted by the little one and by listening to the waves. She likes the beach. I know that about her.

Will you please tell her to hurry up, I really want to get done and I am so excited about life. Just look how much I have grown already.