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!!
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