My fevered crochet imagination

When it comes to crafting, I have a singular talent for imagining that I am going to get more work done than I actually do, and that same fevered crochet imagination that sparked me to begin work in August of 2015 on a crochet project that eventually became my 2018 North Carolina State Fair entry is still with me.

This time, it was much more modest, but it still demonstrates my inability to accurately determine how much work I will or will not get done.

After sorting through two boxes that have provided me with dozens and dozens of remnants to rehab, I found twelve more and I thought I would be able to make short work of them.

And I was.

Sort of.

I got eleven of the twelve remnants completely rehabbed in time for my blog post photography session:

Eleven rehabbed crochet remnants and a boho heart waiting in the wings
Eleven rehabbed crochet remnants and a boho heart waiting in the wings

but I was unable to finish (or even really start) the lone boho crochet heart to the far right.

I thought I had written down the instructions on how to square off the three-round crochet boho heart, but when I found the notes, I discovered it was for a two round heart.

So instead of attempting to reinvent the crochet wheel I pushed forward and included the crochet boho heart I didn’t get done into a new nine patch of crochet remnants, some of which are simply “remnants,” and others of which are remnants I began rehabbing before my focus turned to my state fair project and which were abandoned so that I could get that done.

And now this is what I have set out for myself to finish before Thursday:

Another nine patch of crochet remnants ready for rehab
Another nine patch of crochet remnants ready for rehab

Then, to give myself some perspective, I added all of the five-inch crochet squares I had rehabbed to the piles of crochet squares in the nook:

A nearly full nook of rehabbed five-inch crochet squares from my fevered crochet imagination
A nearly full nook of rehabbed five-inch crochet squares from my fevered crochet imagination

so while at times I feel as though I am standing still and not making any progress, it seems that that is just a feeling, and when I look at my work objectively, it is clear that even though I am able to move forward one stitch at a time, eventually, those stitches add up into a blanket or a purse or a hat or a nook filled with rehabbed crochet squares.