After a long life of dismal failed attempts at yarn craft, involving one rather sad knitting lesson with pale peach yarn from a british boy and five or six impetuous attempts at crochet with big soft yarns in burgundy and turquoise while under Holly’s influence, I have finally learned to make a granny square. Kind of. I learned to make a granny square and now I am super good at going around and around the original square to make a magically larger and larger afghan, but now my afghan is large and I can’t remember how to start the granny square.
Also the cats approve
which I suppose is always a good thing. Certainly it’s kind of a funny looking thing. Ha.