I’m still working on the blanket for my cousin’s son’s first birthday. The party is Saturday, and there is absolutely no possible way for me to finish it in time – especially since I’m mucking about on the computer right now rather than crocheting.
My only excuse is that I played piano non-stop for 3 1/2 hours this evening for rehearsal, and my hands are tired.
I have two long rounds that take 45 minutes each to do, then 40 squares to crochet, hide ends on, sew together into strips and sew onto the blanket, then 3 border rounds which will probably take over an hour each. And Carrie refused to nap for more than 20 minutes at a time today, so I was lucky to even get a shower, let alone time to crochet.
I’m just going to have to wrap the unfinished blanket in a box and ask for it back so I can finish it. Sigh. Things like this didn’t happen before I had kids – I could stay up late and spend all my free time finishing things that had deadlines. Now I have to actually get enough sleep to be somewhat coherent all day and I spend my “free time” making funny faces and changing diapers. Not that I’m complaining, I’m just justifying why I’m not crocheting right now…