Pangs of guilt hit me on Sunday and I pulled out the blanket to work on for a bit. I only got 1.5 squares done.
Then last night, after dinner, something clicked. This blanket is for my brother’s baby. The baby for whom he’s spent the past 6 months building a crib. My little nephew. The guy who will carry on the family name.
That’s when I realized: he cannot enter this world without a blankie from me.
We were sitting outside and it was already pretty dark, but I just had to knit a little. I knit a couple squares before I couldn’t see a thing.
I love the design more than ever. The little garter stitch edges give it a great tactile feel, and the RYC Cashsoft is so soft.
The shower is Sunday. Let’s just hope my motivation kicked in soon enough.