My first mother-in-law gave me this afghan soon after my marriage. I hated it. But because I thought it was so ugly, I used it for absolutely everything. It was stuffed in the backseat of the car for years and dragged out if we needed something to sit on, cover up or wipe up with. The kids used it for picnics, a tree house rug, a tent cover. It was the blanket for numerous dogs and cats. It was chewed up and barfed on. It outlasted my marriage, stuck with me, lived my day-to-day life, survived. When I pulled it out of the back of the closet, I was surprised that it was no longer ugly.
© 2013 Carol Hummel