Very demure, eh? Unfortunately, three of the six colours were so similar, I couldn't tell them apart when I was crocheting in the evening under artificial light. After my fifth time clambering on to the coffee table to hold my crochet up to the lightbulb, I decided to throw a few more colours into the mix.
The problem was, it still didn't look very nice:
But here speaketh the benefit of 30 years' crochet experience: you have to keep going. Uh-huh! Even if the 52 individual pieces don't look very nice, something weird and wonderful happens when you sew it all together. It becomes ... quite interesting. Rather nice. Sometimes even kind of pretty.
And, in an effort to turn over a new crafting leaf, I created and kept a project page.
Impressive, eh? Yup. Sometimes I even surprise myself:
(I would be more impressed with myself if I hadn't promptly lost it after completing the afghan, but I'm pretty sure it's on my desk somewhere.)