In late February of 2010, I decided it would be a good idea to start writing about my crochet, and on March 1 of that same year, I began my blog.

At that time, I wrote about crochet every single day. Rain, shine, or exhaustion — nothing it seemed (except for the occasional power or internet outage) could stop me.

I wrote about Edith Proctor, the women who taught me to crochet, I wrote about things I had already made — like this green eggs and hamigurumi— and I began to document my adventures in crochet the first one being about “The afghan that eluded me.”

Now I write just three times a week, but the days and the weeks and the years have added up, and tonight marks my 1800th blog post. For whatever reason, something about making it to a number that ends in zero seems more momentous in a way that reaching an even larger number (say 1801) does not.

But I digress.

My crochet adventure of late has been a scrap yarn crochet ripple afghan that is designed to use the myriad yarn scraps that have accumulated in the years since I first began writing about my crochet.

Using a basic crochet ripple pattern, I have, of late, been working to transform my many yarn scraps into an object that is both aesthetically appealing and useful.

With today’s weather being somewhat cooler than yesterday’s, I spent a good amount of my crochet time outdoors, crocheting en plein air and putting the exquisite light to good use.

With my crochet kit at the ready:

I continued working on the crochet ripple afghan working one stitch and then another until I had completed a row, then making a chain, turning the work, and beginning the row anew. By the time my dog was ready for his late afternoon/early evening walk, I had gotten this far:

Curious to see how the “other side” looked, I turned it over and took this photo:

I don’t know how the project will look when it is finally done. It will depend on what yarn scraps I have left as I work my way through what I have got, but I know this is an adventure I am happy to be on, working my way through to the finishing, one stitch at a time.