Why do i bother making blankets? They are, without fail, horrid, never ending projects that i hate the sight of when i finally (years from now) finish.
All right I'm done being melodramatic. In progress pic of my mom's birthday present. It's a new lap blanket (lapghan?) since the last one I made her is getting quite ratty. Her birthday is at the end of February so I'd better get cracking.
By the way, I make blankets because so many scraaaaaappppss.
This will be my first time trying to link up to WIP Wednesday at Freshly Pieced. Before this week I thought that it was merely the alliterative appeal that had so many people doing WIP Wednesday. But no, duh, it's because there's a linky partay over there.