I’ve never been good at making pieces proportional to the size they should actually be. This used to manifest in small art projects, for school, that you might call “abstract interpretations” of an assignment. When I was five, they were just plain weird though.
One of my earliest class art projects, creating a self portrait, resulted in my ‘creative’ interpretation. The assignment dictated that we draw ourselves. I only drew my head. With a tiny body at the bottom of the sheet of paper, when I figured out that we were meant to do a full body drawing. Not just our faces.
Now it might be considered “artsy.” Back then, it was just strange. But the story of “Big head small body” was just the beginning.
After I started crocheting, I figured out I was most skilled at creating big blocks of single crochet fabric. When I was about 13, my cousin got pregnant with the first little baby cousin in our family. So, obviously, since I crocheted, it was my job to make a baby blanket. But I didn’t really know what this meant.
I didn’t know that baby blankets were generally smaller than normal blankets. I figured that it just meant that this was a normal sized blanket, for a baby. So the first baby blanket I made was just a bit too big for a baby. It could easily cover a twin sized bed. More appropriate for four babies. Or a toddler perhaps?
For those in the know about the crocheting world, I made this first blanket on a 6.5mm hook, single crochet. With green acrylic yarn. I was unsure if the baby was a girl or a boy. For those not in the crochet know, this blanket was tight. Breaking trend with the typically loose, quickly crocheted baby blankets. It took about a month to make.
I was so incredibly proud of this blanket, and it only seemed fair, so over the next few years, I made made a full sized blanket for each of the 4 first born children of my cousins. These blankets did not become smaller. They did not become any more baby blanket like. If anything, they grew and grew. Still made in single crochet stitches.
I would say that they were meant to be grown into. Because that was one of the motto’s of my family. Things that didn’t necessarily fit could be grown into, this way they would last longer.
The blankets were some of the earliest manifestations of my obsessive behavior. And my ability to sit for hours on end, doing the most minute detail work. And furthering my capacity for blowing things out of proportion.