That is not actually the question. (It’s just a catchy title. Well, in my mind anyway. Okay fine, it’s far from great. Let’s just do this.)
There is no question about it because I made a deal with yours truly. Yours truly does not take kindly to broken promises. Injuries can ensue. Both physical and emotional. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
Whilst trying to rid myself of all excess paraphernalia I came across my stash of wool. Oh how I love to stash stuff to make more stuff (in the future). If I wanted to keep ANY, I had to knit it into a blanket. Now. Not later. Not sometime. Now.
So here we are. The Beginning of the Blanket.
This wool better appreciate the effort. I have a cut on my left forefinger and STILL I persevere.
To be continued.