crochet:: poinsettia afghan
The countdown has begun at my house.
My child is bouncing off the walls wanting to open gifts. At 15, you’d think he might have outgrown that…no dice.
We finally got the tree up last night, and the presents are slowly piling up underneath.
It’s time to take a deep ~ relaxing ~ breath…
and crochet while curled up under Granny’s poinsettia afghan.
This week will be over very soon and I want to enjoy this holiday.
I think I am ready.
Even the cats have finally found some peace.
Who would have ever thought I would see this, considering their mutual intolerance over the past 9 months? First sign of love between the two of them…ever.