Flushed with the fairly recent success of my dotty crochet blanket, I rashly offered to produce something similar for my son's soon-to-be-born baby.
However, when deciding on a pattern, I stupidly overlooked some rather basic self-knowledge:
1. I get bored easily.
2. I like things to grow fast.
3. I like using different colours.
4. I like to spread small squares out on the floor and move them around whilst having a cup of tea and imagining what the whole thing will soon look like.
5. Variety is the spice of life.
Having ignored all of this, and despite having put in several hours work already, I find myself less than eight inches into a single-colour, one-piece baby blanket in dreary old double crochet*, the slowest stitch possible. I am now thoroughly bored of lime green, and I have arm ache.
In addition, the baby is due in only four days.
There are no prizes for guessing
a) What I am doing all day
b) What the moral of this post is.
*This means single crochet to all North American hookers.