A Crochet Daffodil Garland

I wanted to make a garland that would brighten up our dining room and keep Spring alive a little longer; by combining some elements from different places and a little bit of changing things to suit my needs, I managed to make something I as really pleased with. It’s looking like becoming a permanent addition to our decoration as it really personalises the room beautifully.

For our #daffodilboy on his 'should be' 4th birthday. Miss you Freddie.

You will need :-

  • 4mm & 4.5mmhook (I did 4.5mm for the daffs but they could have done with being firmer).
  • Rowan Handknit Cotton or similar in assorted yellows (one of mine is discontinued) some oranges, ecru, 2 blues and green. I needed more than 1 ball of each main colour but not as much as 2.
  • Issue 13 of Simply Crochet (downloadable). The pattern itself is a star by Tanya Kalyan but I can’t find it free online anywhere. I might try to create my own pattern.
  • The mini heart pattern from Attic 24.
  • Crochet Garden book for the forget-me-not. (Note: this book doesn’t have the daff pattern pictured on the front in it, you have to buy Crochet Bouquet for that.)
  • Spray starch (do as I say, not as I did; I need to take it down and do this!)

My garland ended up being about 12 metres long, long enough to go round 3 sides of our dining room which felt right. I think if it was 4 sides it might feel a bit twee.



  1. I made 16 daffodil/star shapes, 4 in each of my cream/yellow colours. To make the trumpets I did the following. I caught orange yarn through one of the central spokes and then did a series of chain stitches in a circle with each stitch going around a spoke, joining at the beginning with another chain into the top of the first stitch. I then did a round in a variety of ways, either 2 half trebles in a chain followed by 2 double crochets in the next chain, or 2 trebles followed by 2 half trebles. This method products the ones with the colour of the main daff showing in the centre still. For the solid trumpets I used the hook to go from a spoke space to through the central hole and then back out repeatedly. To be honest, this was fiddly and would be just as easy to stitch the ‘star’ of threads that make the base and then crochet the chain rim to that afterwards. (Here is a free alternative crochet daffodil by the author of the books I’ve linked to.)
  2. I made 15 forget-me-nots. I do genuinely recommend the book as it is packed full of lovely ideas (as is her website at Lark Crafts) but here is a free and simpler alternative.
  3. 30 little hearts followed. They look like leaves and have the added advantage of signifying love, important as this was a memorial garland. The go on either side of each flower, expecting at the very beginning and end of the garland.
  4. Then I had to make a VERY long green chain…..

Quiet day #crochet
The forget me nots.

Making the chain for my daffodil garland. 10 days to Freddie's birthday; hoping some more people will join in my #daffodilboy craft linky.
The chain.

16 daffodils for my #daffodilboy and now for the forget me nots. #crochet
The daffodils, no two quite the same.

Making it up.

The flowers are all sewn on; now for the rest of the tiny #attic24 hearts that are being leaves for the garland #crochet #daffodilboy

I placed the daffs with fairly equal spacing along the chain, starting about 20cm in from each end. The forget me nots so in-between each of those and the hearts between each flower. Sew on using the colour of the flower itself and make sure you attach it near the top of the crochet piece or it will tip forward. This is particularly important for the hearts which are top heavy and tip easily.

What you should definitely do is spray each daffodil with starch afterwards so they don’t curl. I didn’t (but I will) but you’d need a very firm pattern to not need to do this).

There are other free patterns and crafts on my Daffodil Craft Pinterest board.

This garland was made in memory of our son Freddie who was born and died in April 2010 and should have been 4 this year. You can see other posts done in his memory in this linky.

Those days.

I’ve back dated this because it feels wrong to have it not on the ‘day’ that Freddie died, but it has taken me a week to write it. Truth is, I’ve not wanted to write it and because I didn’t want to write it, I haven’t written anything. It’s been a silent April.

The words don’t really come any more, nor do the feelings. But although they don’t, this April was probably the worst since his first birthday and without friends and family, I’d have really sunk.

I longed for this level of peace, of being able to exist and cope and go on but now I have it, it is a painful state indeed. And painful because it lacks pain. I cannot think of a better way to describe that.

I taught myself not to mark every Friday because he was born on one and every Tuesday because he died on one. I decided if I let myself indulge in that (and for me it would have been an indulgence), I would go mad. I had to not make life about him. For the first couple of years I struggled deeply with Good Friday but it hasn’t held sway since. I don’t think like that. I mark the days of his life because if I lose that, I’ll lose him totally. I just couldn’t go on filling the days of April with more meaningful grief days. I’m at peace with that choice.

And this year it was hard to mark them. It was the Easter holiday and people were happy and I wanted to enjoy them but Bene got ill and distracted me deeply with worry and late nights. Some nights I forgot to light his candles. I beat myself up with guilt about recovery and lack of tears and lack of time and other worries. We barely said his name. I put on a brave face. I was angry, really angry and resentful of Bene, my rainbow baby of recovery, for being ill and stealing my time for remembering Freddie.

None of that really makes sense.

People say all the time “how did you survive this? If my baby died, I’d die too”. Now I’ve stopped hearing “you aren’t sad enough, you must not have loved him as much as I love my babies” I have a different understanding of this statement and something new to answer.

I didn’t survive. I simply didn’t survive. My body came home and it kept walking and talking and mothering and doing things but the person I was before just didn’t survive. She’s gone. What’s left is fine, functional, operational, possibly even preferable – but not the same. Not just altered, scarred and recovered but actually something new. Most of what I once was is no longer there and one of the things I often wonder is whether I will get to be alive long enough to become a whole version of this new thing. This new thing can cut everything loose; she needs less love, less friendship, she walks away from people who hurt her and she can’t really be bothered to forgive, no matter who they are or what they did. She’s just not got the level of giving a fuck that the old one had. It’s a shame really. I do wonder if at some point she’ll grow up a bit and get a bit kinder and more tolerant but right now she’s an awful lot too raw to do it. Unformed. Unformed at 40, when tolerance and caring much what other people think of you starts to get a bit of a shiny, repellent surface anyway, is a dangerous thing. A lot of water can roll of my back right now because under the surface takes all my energy.

I’m gradually realising that a lot of that comes from the fact that vast tracts of my emotions are still in shutdown. I have no idea if they’ll come back. I’m not particularly invested in finding out.

11 days. A whole life. Sleep tight till next year, little boy. I'm sorry I did not spend enough time with you in my thoughts this year. I did try. #daffodilboy
It’s a strange thing to worry about. But once you’ve watched your child die and effectively died emotionally yourself, everything else slides quite a long way down the graph.

That’s where I am right now.

This one is for friendship #daffodilboy

A few weeks ago I asked friends to join in with me as I crafted myself to distraction in the run up to Freddie’s ‘should be’ 4th birthday and join me. For those who did, I am truly grateful. And for those who sent photos of daffodils on the 2nd and thought of us and remembered him with us, I am truly grateful too. It made a real difference. This year has been a hard one, in a new sort of difficult way. Each year brings something different in what we learn to cope with. I’ve done a round up below; All the images are credit of the person/blog they relate to (I hope they’ll forgive me not littering the page with individual credits) and if I have forgotten anyone, which I may have done because keeping track was hard, would you comment with a link to a blog or a Pin and I’ll add you. I’m linking here to ones done specifically with Freddie’s day in mind but other people kindly added crafts to the linky too, so do visit them.

Thank you to Caterpillar Tales. You absolutely have to click through to see the finished article, it is amazing. I loved seeing these gorgeous children busy crafting.


The rather amazing Here Come The Girls made paper plate daffs. Adorable.



My dear friend Cara, who lost Reid the day after Freddie was born and who has been one of my stalwart friends through loss these past 4 years. Thank you my friend.


Fun as a Gran makes me smile often in all the places I know her; she did something we accidentally did a year ago with some mown down daffs; thank you for your thoughts and care.


On any day, daffodils in Hama Beads would delight me; this beautiful offering from a long standing home educating friend, who has been there for me through the years, is just perfect.


Mum in the Madhouse was incredibly quick off the mark; Jen never fails to send me love on difficult days, something I am not good enough at returning or saying thank you for (though I do in my heart!) and I loved her daffodil pinwheel craft. She’s such a clever crafter.

My dear friend June made stitchmarkers in Freddie’s memory and is donating £1 for each set to our SCBU fund. Thank you again, lovely June. I have some, they are gorgeous. (I must knit!)


A reader sent me a pin of a gorgeous garland she made using leaf patterns from my craft blog; I adore it. Please look at it (Pinterest will only let me link to one pin in a post… (Nicki, if you send me the image, I can add it :) )

Jennie knows only too well how it feels to lose an adored baby after #MatildaMae died in her sleep last year. Thank you for taking the time to join in with me Jennie.


Something very special from a friend who also know exactly how we feel. Loved this, M xxx


I was really moved by this post from Pasta and Patchwork, who also did the most amazing origami daffodil.


Some of my friends – many of my friends, were kind enough to Instagram me with pictures too; here is a collage of the ones tagged for me. I think there were more – if you made something, took a picture of daffs or similar and they were for us, please email them to patchofpuddles at gmail dot com and I will add more collages, or put links to them in the blog hop below. I’d really like to add more to my round up above.


#daffodilboy collage



Making the best of it.

So far the weather has always been kind to us in Freddie’s birthday. It feels like a blessing, of sorts, though I know it can’t be really. We’ve always been able to have an outside sort of day.

This year was a happy day, in the circumstances. I find it increasingly strange that it can be so.

We visited Bury St Edmunds for lunch.


I like the ruins there; I have a soft spot for William Marshall anyway and his name is on a plaque but it feels like a place to be at ease in; history being used for the every day, relics in a park, being played on.


After that we went to Anglesey Abbey.

Fran has to write Freddie’s name each year; somehow I knew she would do it in twigs.


The boy played and the girl mooched. It felt right.


There was a lot of laughing on the side of a bank when Bene discovered sliding.


The yarn bomb felt like a hello.


And there were a lot of daffodils and beautiful trees.


Some time to stop and think and cuddle.


And be gorgeous.


And hug a tree.


And enjoy each other’s company.


Home to beautiful flowers from my sister.


Family dinner beneath the garland we hung that morning.


Candles and tears at bedtime.


It was a good day. But it would have been better with the birthday boy.