If you felt the earth shake last night, it's because the world's slowest knitter finished a project.
Sorry for the crappy picture. The world's slowest knitter is the world's crappiest photographer, too. Am I repeating myself?
I started this blanket when I saw it in the current issue of Rowan Magazine (current at the time that is). I fell in love with the blanket Comfort and had to make it. Big needles! I'll have it done in no time!
So I hopped on the Internet and ordered some discount yarn from England because the dollar was doing so much better than the Euro (which tells you how long ago that was) and impatiently waited by my door for it's arrival from across the pond.
Then I had to cast on a million stitches.
It was intended as a gift for a friend who got a pair of socks instead. I will confess she got one sock and the other still on the needles, but I did--eventually--finish them. I told her about the blanket and we agreed that it would be a better gift for another friend of ours and I proceeded to work away on it.
That was 4 years ago. She brought it up in October:
"Gee, it would be really nice to give that blanket for Christmas this year."
So I tried to get it done, but then life got in the way and I really, really wanted to make another pair of socks for her (yes, I know I've said I hate making socks, but that's never stopped me from annoying myself time and again) and I missed the deadline. Other gifts were substituted.
Now the intended giftee is about to have a birthday. Other gifts were substituted, but I was determined to get this thing done and out of my life once and for all. Hence, the finished--AT LAST!--product.
Happy damn birthday. No. Really, otherwise that thing would have been in my closet for another six years.