Its the journey about making a Winter Blanket which I borrowed from the Web.
Hope everybody has boarded the train and have bought their tickets for providing attention.

Warning: The journey is long and misadventurous,but familiar.
Hope you enjoy it till the end.

Last year, I was surfing the web, to make a Blanket and i came across a blog with brilliant presentation, clear eye-to-eye tutorials, and beautiful vibrant colors were just a added bonus. And most importantly it rubbed the wrong side of my desire wanting the same.

Without Guilt, and not bothering about the Plagiarism or copyright issues, I went ahead placing an order for the yarn from the link provided by the same blog.

The yarn arrived and I couldn’t wait to start …The colors were tempting and inviting, thanks to my mother who had taught me how to use the Crochet hook, and with a great desire to achieve the same, I embarked on this journey to fulfill my dark ambitious pursuit, I sat on my chair to pen down the details of this unknown design, With hitches and glitches, with more Huff’s and few Oops, finally I cracked the design and made my way into transforming nothing into a little something and started pouring life into the yarn.

With days passing by, I was more excited,With chain by chain, step by step, it continued to grow, minute by minute, day by day and it soon became a part of my life, I forgot to eat, it affected my sleep, sometimes, it kept me away from the things which I otherwise would do, it became an addiction. To hook!
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Now surprise,
 

Everyone would agree with me when i write that a person's thinking usually shapes his personality.
While this blanket was taking a shape, I saw my happiness coming down, I started feeling guilty in taking pride to own something which dint belong to me. To copy someone’s idea was not me.

With time and with a difference to my otherwise straight approach, the journey soon saw some hurdles. It made me restless; day after day, the speed came down. I became impatient and I wanted this blanket to get over soon, so that I could free myself from the unpleasant feelings that were developing inside me.
Still, I continued the travel on this blanket, as giving up something was again not I. But now with a guilt.
 

Positive thinking can build creativity, and the opposite can collapse it.

My journey with guilt couldn’t proceed long, as the time went by, I developed a love-hate relationship with this blanket, and one day when positive thinking overtook the dark shade of my desire, I felt threatened and I stopped working on this blanket.
Those beautiful colours disappeared and they lost charm in my eyes. It was only bundle of yarn to me now.
For days, I ignored them, for months I dint see them, they sat quietly in the closet wrapped tightly in a plastic, no complains, no noise, accidentally I would come across them, they would smile at me, I felt more guilty at their silence.

To weave love into the yarn was the most difficult thing, not hooking.

Another Surprise:

One day, suddenly something came flying into my head, I thought to myself,
“One can copy someone’s idea, but not the Interest”.

Even copying involves one to apply his mind, apply his head working,
It required my time, it involved my attention, to think, to see the exact product of someone else’s creation.
 

Not to offend Creativity, but to me creativity involved seeing the result of one’s imagination even before someone has actually started to design or create it.

But at the same time, if someone offers a readymade picture of their imagination, then its half job done…Idea can be copied, but not the interest and certainly not the product.

And here, It was not about  just hitting the lifeless keys & pasting someone’s exact lines into my article. and I beg your pardon,i'm neither recommending to do so., mind you!

But, It seemed convincing to me, and I pulled out the yarn from the suffocating plastic, and now I was at a serious task, a task of wanting to see the blanket grow again, while I resumed back to my work, something stroke my rhythm, it was the involvement which I started to have with this blanket, Now it became a sweet addiction, it was no more somebody’s idea to me, it required dedication, it needed me to take time to pay attention towards all the minute details which resulted in a look-alike product of someone else’s creation, it required patience, and moreover it asked for interest.

This hook set me into the moment, it was as if it was playing with my hands, yarn after yarn; row after row; color after color, it helped me get over my guilt and a kind of harmony set in.

And what a journey it was, from a beautiful mess to a Cozy Bliss!

Moral of my journey was -The only way is to get over Guilt was  to Proceed.

And here it is, Take a look.(Oh! how i wish i had the provision on this page to insert Picture...Expertscolumn,do something about  it please.)

PS: To own this Bliss, click on the following link and don’t have a guilt,

http://attic24.typepad.com/weblog/neat-ripple-pattern.html

Thank you Lucy for the inspiration.

Good Reading!