The Dangers of Granny Squares

I’ve returned my attention to the afghan I’m making for our neighbor and have been sucked in, despite my protesting joints. With each piece I finish I get closer and closer to putting it all together; to seeing my ever evolving imaginings come into existence.

The stacks are nearly complete. Growing taller as the hours pass me by. A whole day of making squares and weaving ends. I’m almost there.

Two squares ready for assembly.

The smallest joins are done first.

Then the two long vertical joins.

And the horizontal lines. I’ll weave the ends tomorrow.

Two more done. I have a list of things I need to get done around the house. Other tasks that need my attention. But I expect I’ll be focused on this instead.