A mother's work is done. Last night I finished the Moderne Log Cabin afghan I started in January. Tomorrow I drop the boy off at college.
Am I crazy to put so much effort into something that's going into a boy's college dorm room? This was a true labor of love. Hopefully he'll look at it and think of mom knitting during all those episodes of The Sopranos we watched together as a family this year.
Now my tired hands can get a rest. At least I have three years before his younger brother will need a college afghan. (Or, rather, when I want to knit him one.) Unless he decides to go to school in Texas, as he threatens to do, the brat.