Sew annoying!

Time flies when you're having fun.
Little known fact: it also flies when you're not having a lot of fun as well.

This has been another busy week - we're going home to Ireland at the end of the week to visit the Irish Gingerbreads. My mother has a vigorous schedule of activities planned, including a trip to the west of Ireland. My poor husband has been in the clutches bosom of the Gingerbread family for nearly a decade and hasn't left the eastern province of Leinster yet. There's always too much happening at my parents' house to go a-touristing. This time, however, we are going to hop into a car with my parents and whizz off to the Atlantic coast to show him the Ireland he has thus far only seen on postcards. He's very excited.

In the meantime, I thought I'd post a picture of my latest finished object, blowing merrily in the breeze on the roof patio. There are 81 squares in this blanket. Eighty-one. Eight-oh. And this follows hot on the heels of the 99-square Equalizer I finished a week ago, swearing loudly that I was never going to make a flipping motif afghan ever again. Clearly, Pavlov's dog had the ability to learn more quickly than I did - perhaps the next time I decide to make a sew-together-extravaganza, someone should ring a bell and the rivers of slobber on my fingers might remind me of those ends, that sewing.

Oops, too late. Have already started the next one.