First, Murphy's Christmas afghan. It was supposed to be a throw for my bed, done in Patons Decor, Sand and Sea colorway, 6 skeins, feather and fan on size 10 needle (I am a notoriously Loose Woman and always have to drop at least a needle size on everything.) But damn, this yarn is springy! It's really nice to knit - I'd use it again in a heartbeat, but I'd buy about 9 skeins and use at least a size 11 needle. But Murphy now has a designer blankie for the bedroom, which will look way cute when I stage the house for sale.
Onward, to the crocheted things from my mother's hope chest:
I honestly am not sure what they were intended to be originally. Maybe tablecloths, maybe bed coverings. My mother stored them in the hope chest for, oh, most of my life, but sadly, they are damaged in all sorts of ways - stains, weak threads, etc.
Only one is intact enough to function as a tablecloth, and is the only keeper in the collection.
Meanwhile, I must report this as a public service to all concerned about attack furniture: The Dog Eating Chair is not the only innocent-looking yet actually carnivorous seating option out there. I give you...the dog-eating loveseat.