In theory, it was a perfect crochet day; in practice, it was just a perfect day.
A lot of things went right today, but the thirty-first and final row of my project successfully resisted my efforts to finish today. Here is how far I had gotten by 11:00 tonight:
I suppose part of it had to do with my indecision about every square. I would have them laid out and then something would catch my eye, and I would swap one square for another which would lead to yet another change, until it seemed I was back to where I started.
The other part of it had to do with running errands. I don’t think I could have organized them more poorly if I had tried to.
But it seems that after having deserted me most of the day, my crochet mojo is back and once again working, so I will grab my trust Clover bent-tipped needle and get back to work.