The Afghan that Never Ends Laughs in My Face

I was so excited that I was working on piecing the columns together. Done with the rows, all that’s left is the columns and the border and the end tucking. It sounds like a lot, but on a regular afghan, it’s nothing. There are fewer columns than rows, after all.

Last night, I worked while the guys watched wrestling. All night.

I got two columns done. Out of thirty. ARGH.

It looks cool, though.