Look at what I'm doing! I'm crocheting my ass off is what I'm doing. Inspired by the ripple-along, I am now well on my way to my very first afghan. I think I'm about a third of the way through a full sized blanket.
When I think "afghan" I think seventies, I think acrylic, and I think cheesy. Rather than shy away from these quintessential afghan qualities, I have decided to fully embrace my inner Cindy Brady. I bought the boldest, most intense colors I could find, in the cheapest yarn I could tolerate, and I sat down to create my masterpiece. I call it, "Kate and the Amazing Technicolor Dream-ghan."
I know, it's kind of totally hideous, but it's also kind of totally awesome. This is how my life feels lately, hideously fantastic, and soon I will have an afghan to match.
Crocheting is an excellent project for when the Sabres game is literally too stressful to watch. When you feel like you might puke from excitement and anxiety, you can take your eyes off the screen and crochet for awhile without really missing too much of the action.
Robin and I are going to attempt to scalp tickets for tomorrow's game. (Robin and I scalping tickets to a sporting event is a scenario more hilarious than I could possibly explain here, so I won't even try, but trust me, it's funny.) It will be difficult for me to leave my afghan at home, but I am quite certain that crocheting at a hockey game is frowned upon.