Well, that escalated quickly.
One minute I’m making my first bobble stitch and getting into the swing of treble clusters, the next there are granny squares turning up all over the place – in my purse, on the coffee table, in project bags that were supposed to contain other things entirely…
I’m up to 32 and counting, and given that I was aiming for a baby blanket and not a king-size afghan, it may be time to stop.
Just one more? Oh, go on then.