I Call it Croquet Crochet

DSC_0121So, my mother had all these bits and pieces of yarn all over the place and had no idea what to do with it. I said, “work up some granny squares, make an afghan.” Well, to get rid of the stuff, she did a simple back and forth rib stitch to make a lap blanket (measures about 5 feet by 4 feet) with all these multitude of colors. She was a little concerned, a touch worried about it being a little too vibrant and too bright…..and the more I looked at it, the more I thought about croquet. Yeah! It reminded me of all the colors on the croquet posts, of the mallets, and all I could think was, it reminds me of croquet! Yeah! What an awesome blanket to have about the field while your playing croquet mimicking the colors of the player’s mallets. After all, there is a moment or two, when its best to sit on the grass and while your playing a match, just to enjoy the breeze, rest for a second, have a drink and recharge before terrifying your opponents with trick shots and strategic positioning so that the cower at your turn at the mallet. πŸ™‚

DSC_0115She said if I sold it, I’d get a percentage, so I thought, Sure! Not enough people play croquet, not enough people really know how much fun it can be when the weather is right, when the whole afternoon is filled with good friends, vibrant colors, good nibbles, and a good couple of wacked shots to knock your opponent off the field. So! Here you go, a blanket perfect for a grassy field, vibrant and great for lounging on while resting between games, perfectly machine washable, and a reminder of the brilliance of life’s vibrancy and good times….OH! And a pic of me playing croquet over Thanksgiving with my family down in North Florida. I still haven’t had my Birthday Croquet afternoon, yet. My friend Jeremy owes me a match….. Click here if you want the blanket!Β Β  Its the only one!




  1. We always met at the River for the week of July 4th. And ON the 4th invited all family… cousins, aunts, uncles, friends that felt like family…. and we always played croquet. Nobody was any good. This is the only time most of us ever played.
    Daddy passed away a year ago, and the river house is for sale. Such fond memories. I think I will start a croquet tradition at my house.
    Thanks for the memories and the idea.
    And when I save up a little money, if its still available, I just might need a croquet crochet blanket.

    1. You see??? That is the cool thing about having a croquet tradition. You can buy a set for $15 dollars and have loads of fun. My set is a mix of my departed Grandpa Carter’s and mine. So its got wild bits of history woven with my own desire to carry on things people have forgotten. πŸ™‚ And all you need is a friend or two, some sunshine, and a nice chunk of grass to build memories.

  2. What a beautiful blanket! I grew up playing croquet in my grandparents’ big, green, cool yard on the farm where we all lived, and those are great memories. My grandma was expert at corralling people to play, and then taking delight in beating every one of us. Great memories of family gatherings or just quiet summer afternoons with my siblings …. watermelons from Grandpa’s patch next to the fruit orchard …. Grandma’s home-squeezed lemonade in jelly glasses …. dogs and kids running everywhere …. true innocence on the loose. Thanks, sweetie, for providing a trip down that rabbit trail this morning!

    1. It was the same here! My Grandpa Carter and his brother’s played every Saturday after we all grew up. And they often turned it into “full contact croquet” because it got so spirited. They would spend an HOUR discussing if someone’s shot was legitimate. I am grateful, THANKFUL, that the last time I got to play with him was on Jekyll Island….Not long after, he passed…..and his set was given to me by my family. They could see, I think, that I took those moments seriously, that I take history seriously…..that I could wack a mallet just as he could πŸ™‚

      1. Always nice to be validated by receiving the symbols of a special relationship. There’s nothing quite like it. πŸ™‚

  3. Oh, Gregory! I love a good game of croquet! In fact, my parents had a set when they lived here in town and we would play in their small backyard. Some neighbor kids had never seen croquet being played before and we had our own little “croquet” golf gallery watching us six silly adults hitting balls through the wickets. Fond memories! This summer, I hope to play a couple of games if I go to my Uncle’s place. Don’t really have a place to play here near my home.

    1. I have played on some of the WILDEST terrain. Like, when I had my apartment in Savannah, we played on Truman square outside my apartment. bumpy, grumpy…and LOOK OUT!….I think that’s a dog turd! LOL! We still had the best of times. πŸ™‚

  4. Beautiful blanket with such vibrant happy colours. We played croquet when I was a little girl at a garden party my had for fun. Lots of fun and laughter. Thanks for reminding… made me smile πŸ™‚

    1. You know, its so wonderful to hear how many people remember playing croquet….And a gentleman remarked earlier how not only croquet, but crochet was so forgotten, and all I could respond with was, “That’s my job, man. To keep that stuff alive!”

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