Golly, there's some sensitive types out there. You post one bizarre hiking jacket covered in genitalia and follower numbers go up and down faster than a whor..well, best not say, don't want to scare anyone else off. Anyway, fear not,
sadly no penises [penii?] today, instead the blogland approved method of giving yourself repetitive strain injury, and the reason my hands currently resemble gnarled claws. Yup, crochet.
You may remember I had grandiose hopes of actually achieving stuff this year, one of which was making a blanket. Hollow laugh. I think a cushion may have been a teensy bit more realistic a goal - start small eh? Anyway, I made this for Boy1's bedroom, working out all the boring stuff like how to actually join squares as I went along. It came out ok for a first attempt I think. I'm sure he'll be utterly thrilled with it, seven year old boys being after all renowned for their overwhelming excitement over granny crafts.
Smug bear says: she hasn't joined the bottom yet you know. It's held together with safety pins
Who else has done something productive with their time this week? Step up!
PS. Granny squares too boring? Remember the crocheted scene from The Exorcist I linked to ages ago?