I haven't forgotten the hexie blanket I made all the middles for a couple of weeks back. They WILL get done, but it'll be slow-going. I'm sure I'll drag it out for months. I'm not much good at sitting and crocheting nearly 200 squares with color changes quickly or even steadily. I'll fit it in between other things a few hexies at a time. There's one more round which makes them into hexies instead of rounds, but that's the joining round so I'll wait until they've all got these last two rounds on before putting it together. Maybe. Or maybe I'll put a few together at a time. I don't much like sticking to a schedule. That's a sure-fire way to make me quit. Tell me I've got a schedule to keep for anything, and I'll
tell you to stick that schedule where the sun don't shine just go to bed and put the covers over my head.
I've been working on this doily.
Twenty one more rounds!
I'm enjoying it so much though.
I finished this book yesterday. It must have been pretty good because I kept reading it wanting to see what happened. A book has to hold my attention or I'll just leave it. I can't tell you how many books I've started reading and then just trashed them.
What I really want to say I can't, just in case somebody wants to read it. I don't want to spoil it, but you might be thankful that I did. I related to it in a lot of ways because I have my battles with depression myself. The book I have has a good section in the back that gives Sylvia Plath's bio. I read that first, but maybe I shouldn't have because that set some expectations for me since The Bell Jar is a slightly embellished and disguised story of her life and the people in it. (The names have been changed to protect the innocent and all that jazz.)
It was my least favorite of the last four books I've read, but that's not a bad thing. I'm just sayin'.