Topher Grace stole my knitting. He did. He did. At least in my dream last night he did. Topher Grace (what a name…it’s so unique I actually remembered his first name) from That ’70s Show stole my backpack full of school books and my baby blanket in progress. Never mind that in my waking world I don’t own a backpack full of school books. I was so mad at him. I was yelling at him and demanding how he could steal a baby blanket from a pregnant woman!

Maybe my subconscious mind was telling me to hurry up and finish it since it’s important enough that I would be upset if it was stolen.

I’m almost done with the big bad baby blanket! And Topher Grace better stay away from it! I love the middle where the four squares come together.

Amazing. I didn’t think I was going to be done anytime soon. Whenever I get halfway through with a project I sort of stall out. I don’t know why. I just do.

Well at least I’ll get this baby blanket done before the baby is born. I’m adding the final edge to it now. And then I’ll finish it by immersing it in cold water, stretching it out, and I’ll be done! Yay!