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The giraffe afghan began with a trip to my parents. Like most people I live no where near my parents or my brother and it is rare that we all get together. Recently this very rare thing happened.
I was crocheting to keep from going insane--a normal thing for me. I can’t remember what I was working on at the time, except that both my brother and his wife were very interested in what I was doing, mainly because what I said it was going to be looked nothing at all like the thing I was working on.
I am sure many of you out there have had this experience. When done and put together it was obvious what it was, but until then...
Anyway, like all reunions we ended up looking at pictures. There was one with my brother on his training wheeler with an Indian headdress on. I asked my mom if that was what my brother wanted to be at the time--a training wheel bike riding Indian. She said no, a giraffe.
Turns out at the time he wanted to be very tall and the only thing his seven year old mind could come up with was a giraffe. So whenever asked he would tell people he wanted to grow-up and be a giraffe.
I was crocheting to keep from going insane-
I am sure many of you out there have had this experience. When done and put together it was obvious what it was, but until then...
Anyway, like all reunions we ended up looking at pictures. There was one with my brother on his training wheeler with an Indian headdress on. I asked my mom if that was what my brother wanted to be at the time-
Turns out at the time he wanted to be very tall and the only thing his seven year old mind could come up with was a giraffe. So whenever asked he would tell people he wanted to grow-
