Just a small taste of what joy anyone who knows me is in for: I have difficulty finishing projects. Not only do they get left partially completed for years, they may be restarted eleventy billion times. Case in point: a baby blanket for my friend. Her most recent bundle of
poop joy was born last November. I’m currently knitting it for the 6th (7th?) time. This time last time, I had run out of yarn about 20 rows from “done.” Twenty. Fragging. Rows.
Back to stitch one.