Yes, I admit it! I am quaking in my boots, so that I cannot even peek at the thread I have chosen to begin the Fikkert tat-along.
So, I am allowing full rein to that emotional state, hoping it will fully play itself out by tomorrow, which, if I am not mistaken, was my projected start date for the project. Ah the fortitude we tatters must summon. Truly astounding, isn't it?
In the meantime, I managed to mangle one of Karey Solomon's patterns from her First Quarter 2015 subscription. I ALWAYS have trouble following her patterns and often it has been Marty or Martha who have been of terrific help with them.
The heart was easy and tiny. Cute. With the larger piece, I did not see, or ignored or misread and consistently joined the wrong picot every time, so could not advance to the final few rows.
You can see in the photo that procrastination also engendered SSSR practice! Why not?
Instead of tossing the thing, which also badly buckles, I added my own final row with pink beads, imagining it in the front of a white or pale pink T-shirt for my niece, Baby Hayley, recipient of the crocheted Granny Square blanket, who is now months old. The little heart will go at the top of the neck in the back.
It's not pretty for sure, and it is very buckled, but wee Hayley might just gurgle at it, PLUS I have avoided the Fikkert for another day!
I also reasoned I'd get this week's instalment of Renata's Spring Doily finished. Then it will be time to move on.
And Bob's your uncle.