I completed this large granny square blanket for SIBOL recently. It has become a tradition that these blankets are given a name before being delivered to residents in care homes.
Sometimes, I think of a name first and then plan the colours. Sometimes, I start to crochet and hope that a name will suggest itself. This blanket fell into the latter category. It is a mixture of pinks and purple and was lovely to make, but a name eluded me until near the end. Then the phrase "Days of Wine and Roses" came into my head and kept coming every time I thought about the blanket.
So, I Googled the phrase and was amazed at what I discovered. The words come from a poem by Ernest Dowson who was born in the part of London that I have lived in since I was 32. He died, aged just 32, in another part of London that I lived in until I was 32. Eerie!
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
– Ernest Dowson, from "Vitae Summa Brevis" (1896).
Without going into too many details, Ernest Dowson had a short and tragic life. But he understood how precious it is. His poem and the sentiments behind it are beautiful.