My Solar-Heated Crochet Salon

After several days without electricity, like those following our recent snowstorm, your mind may begin seeing common objects in new ways. Many times I’ve complained that my dark-colored car gets too hot during the summer, but last Friday I realized this could play to my advantage, so I pulled my car out of the garage and parked it broadside to the sun.

Although it was only about 45 degrees F out, it was sunny and by the time I’d finished my chores in the house, the car was hot! I opened its windows a few inches and left my box of supplies, which included a candy cane ripple in progress, back in the cargo area.

My second load included Emily, the cat, who I mistakenly thought would also enjoy some sun-baked hours. Maybe she identified the car with trips to the vet. Whatever the reason, she made it clear that she was not thrilled to be there. I hoped that she would soon realize that we were not going to the vet or anywhere else, that I was relaxed, sitting on a familiar grey wool afghan and that she could relax with me. She refused to settle and continued wandering around the car crying until I gave in and took her back in the house. As soon as her feet hit the floor she loudly and incessantly berated me! I think she was telling me what a ridiculous idea taking her out to the car had been and that she certainly hoped I understood that I should never, ever, do such a thing to her again!!

In sharp contrast, I completely enjoyed the rest of the afternoon in my sun-warmed car crochet salon. It was marvelous to be thoroughly warmed. I sat crocheting, barefoot in sweatpants and a short-sleeved tee-shirt, and soon had to open the windows a few more inches. Sometimes I even opened a door a crack. It wasn’t a trip to the tropics, to be sure, but it felt so good, all the same!

I leisurely read the day’s newspaper and saw that our town had moved another notch upward on the Power Outage Map. We started out on Sunday as black, or nearly 100% off, and moved through dark purple, then brown. By Friday we had reached orange! Our house was not anymore well-lit than before, but it felt like some progress was being made, which I suppose was the point of the daily updated map.

At the first notice of a cooling trend I closed all the windows and began to slowly replace my insulating layers, starting with two pairs of socks and wool leg-warmers. (the ones I mentioned in an early post – made from the cabled sleeves of a thrift store sweater) I’m sorry I wasn’t wearing a colorful pair of hand-knit socks!

I continued to crochet in the waning sun. At some point I realized the grey wool blanket that had gone unappreciated by Emily would be very warm!

By this time the candy cane ripple was large enough to become another warm layer.

I stayed until my nose began to chill, making it obvious that my solar-heated salon was closing for the day. It was time to go. sigh.


I will never think of my dark-colored car in quite the same way again.

This entry was posted in Ripple Afghans of 2011, Sweater Crafts, The Weather, Thrifty Treasures and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink.

4 Responses to My Solar-Heated Crochet Salon

  1. psmflowerlady/Tammy says:

    That is tooooo funny.

  2. Northern Narratives says:

    What a great idea! Judy

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