Once when I went to visit mom, she held up a quilt top and wondered about how it would never get finished. So naturally I took it and now it is on my bed. Last time.. she held up an afghan (she's on to a good thing) and wondered what to do with this. A dog had eaten holes in it. I'll fix it I say. You know how to crochet she asked me? Well no, but it can't be that hard.
And so the crochet thing began
. The afghan? still looks the same. Give me time!!