A few years ago, I made an afghan for my niece’s daughter. Her brother liked it so much, he said he wanted one — not one just like it. Hers was pink and purple and white and very girlie. David wanted his to be much more masculine. Suitable for a tough boy of 7 or 8 (which he was at the time.) I rushed home and bought the yarn, picked a pattern, and …. nuttin’
Life got in the way. You know how life does. So the next item on my list of things to do before I die is to finish that afghan for David. Which of course, leads to making afghans for both of his younger brothers. And for both of my own granddaughters. I mean, really! What kind of Ooma am I? And I need to finish making an unspecified gift that was supposed to be a wedding gift for my nephew and his wife, but may be a 5th anniversary gift instead. And a couple of friends. And ….
Well, you get the picture.
On the plus side, I have finished one small afghan since I moved to Florida. I made this one for little Miss Abby, born last fall. Yeah, I was late getting it to her, but at least she’s still a baby! I wasn’t that late.