Clara's Corner: Prairie Star Afghan.....

Sunday, April 22, 2007

Prairie Star Afghan.....

I finished my Prairie Star. Thanks to Rachel...she sent a picture of one she had seen on e-bay. I knew I had the directions somewhere. It took me over a week to find them.... I had all of the yarn....but ran out of one color and went to my Crochet Partner List and found Christina in California. She sent me enough to finish it. I enjoyed working on this one very much.......Maybe because I remember my Mother making a quilt from this pattern. This one belongs to Ryan (my grandson).

11 comments:

dot said...: Clara, that is beautiful! Lucky grandson!; 3:56 PM
Marci said...: Clara, I would love to have that pattern. I am sure Ryan is thrilled with it!!; 6:00 PM
L. said...: Lucky Ryan.... : ); 6:20 PM
Karen said...: Very pretty, Clara.; 7:41 PM
-Pam L- said...: Love seeing this!
Thank you !
Gives me hope. ;)
Mine is still in a basket.. missing the last three corners.
This pattern is for those with patience...but a family heirloom in the end.
Saw your post on CP list.; 8:08 PM
Lulu said...: wowzers, this is gorgeous..; 8:25 PM
Anonymous said...: Beautiful work and color choices. Have you thought of entering it in the State Fair before giving it to that lucky grandson?; 6:54 AM
Rachel said...: Gotta agree with Peggy Clara! The one I saw said it was a blue ribbon winner!!

A masterpiece, no doubt about it!!
Applause!!!!!!; 8:17 AM
Teresa said...: Clara, you have such talent! This is absolutely beautiful!; 9:04 AM
Christi said...: Absolutely beautiful!; 2:17 PM
Jana said...: Lovely work, are you able to share the pattern? I've never seen that one before, looks like a lot of effort, but so well worth it after its done. For me, the saddest part of crochet is putting the last stitch in. Also, the happiest part. sigh....; 10:02 PM

WHERE I'M FROM........

I am from hayfield and blackberry patches, gathering eggs and selling them to my Daddy in his store. I am from a house with no bath....but a path. I am from cherry trees where I climbed and ate more than I carried home.....from digging potatoes in the rich earth. I am from skinny dipping and swinging on grape vines, two room school house, sitting on the front porch while my Mother played the guitar.....wringer washers and wash tubs. I am from playing the piano, the accordian and making playhouses in the woods....hide and seek, jumping rope and May I. From: Raleigh's Liniment, Cracker Jacks and Castor Oil.....Revival Meetings and Baptisms in the river....catalogs and feed sack skirts. From: "Pretty is only skin deep" to "Always mind your manners." I am from Methodist, Baptist, Wednesday night prayer meetings and shouting Hallaujah. I am from the Volunteer state of Tennessee with lakes and mountains, race cars, beans, cornbread and red eye gravy. We always called it "God's Country." I am from family get togethers, dinner on the ground, singing with my sisters, a Mother with a heart of gold and a Daddy with a strict hand. A grandfather who always looked to see if I had my fingernails painted and a Grandmother who could squeeze your heart out! Yes, I came from a family of seven siblings and I have told you where I came from. It was wonderful and I wouldn't change a thing if I could. Now let me tell you where I am going...."To Where The Streets Are Paved With Gold." Some days, I can hardly wait!