I am at Brother's house this weekend. Sis-In-Law is out of town.
I was getting ready to get in the shower this morning and realized I didn't have a towel. I went out to their hall closet to grab one, and saw this:
It is the red afghan that I made Brother for Christmas one year, before he had even met Sis-In-Law.
I had forgotten that I had made it until I saw it there this morning.
Frankly, I was surprised that he still had it. It isn't that great of an afghan, comparatively speaking. I was still a starving undergrad when I made it, so it was lovingly crocheted out of cheap acrylic yarn from Wal-Mart (which was my only option at the time due to geography and budget). I shudder to recall the many hours of Law and Order reruns I watched on TNN while making it.
It has held up shockingly well, considering that it has crossed the country several times, been washed often, and used.
It also has gotten me to think about other "forgotten" projects. I think Sister still has her blue afghan that matches this one. I think I gave a creamy colored one to my aunt in TX, too. But there have been a lot of beanies, scarves, dishcloths, and coffee cup cozies handed out over the years. Many that I can't quite remember...and now I'm wondering how many are still in use/existence...
I am also wondering now how many of the things I cherish have been completely forgotten by those who gave them to me...