|Wait, you don't push together your kitchen chairs during an afternoon dance party?|
I'm pleased that my desire for perfection hasn't translated to craft, specifically to this mistake-riddled afghan that I finally finished.
You might remember me working on this since the fall, specifically during Soren's hospitalization. The rhythm of knitting those stitches kept my mind from unraveling.
And I know that within weeks, these two will have shredded and pulled it apart in the way that they are programmed to do. I'm prepared for it to become even more flawed.