There's this blanket I started several years ago. I didn't realize at the time just how long it would take me to finish it. I had just discovered tunisian crochet and I had just finished a granny square blanket, which took me less than a month. I enjoyed the tunisian crochet, but I got bogged down and basically abandoned the project, which sat in a box under my bed. A couple of times I got it out and worked on it some more. Last year in March I set out to plan all my Christmas gifts. My parents had just moved to Alaska, so a dense, thick wool blanket seemed like just the thing.
I worked on it, and then knitted a pair of mittens, and then worked on it, and then knitted a dishcloth, and then worked on it, and then sewed a skirt for Lucy, and then worked on it some more. It progressed, slowly. The beginning of Advent came. I prioritized. Gifts that had to be shipped to another part of the country got finished first. Then came gifts for people I would see on Christmas day. Then there was this blanket. I wouldn't see my parents until the next weekend. By the time they left I had all the pieces finished and sewn together. It just needed a border. It wouldn't have fit in their luggage, anyway. Today, I finally finished it. Now I just need to find a box to fit it and mail it to Alaska. Christmas has come and gone. There's no rush.
For this week's reading picture I gathered up all the books I have in progress. Mostly I've been reading Mamarazzi. It has lots of good ideas and wonderful pictures. Lucy keeps wanting to steal it and look at the pictures. I've been learning. The other books I'll talk about some other time. Right now, I need to go fix dinner.