Now that I know I am near the finish of my journey of 1000 rehabbed crochet squares, it is as if a switch has been flipped, and while there are plenty of things in my life that need doing, the remnants have somehow come the first priority, and I find myself juggling crochet bits and pieces all hours of the day and often into the night.

Today, I was the designated driver for a medical appointment for my mother, and I spent hours preparing to take her. Working from the last nine patch I had selected as well as another nine patch I assembled yesterday, I put together this nine patch of nearly completed crochet squares with ends to be woven in:

It turned out that I had prepared exactly the right amount of work, and shortly after I trimmed the last end and put my work into my bag, my mother was done with her appointment, and we were on our way.

After a quick lunch, I got back to work, crocheting here, weaving in ends there, then crocheting some more. Soon, I realized that the day was slipping away, and that soon daylight would give way to dusk, so I gathered my work and set to documenting it.

First was the nine patch that I had almost — but not quite– finished on Sunday:

I had been unable to finish the bottom left square before sunset, but now it was done, and the entire nine patch was documented for posterity.

Next, I assembled that second nine patch which had been transformed from this:

to this:

Then I moved onto a third nine patch that I had hurriedly selected yesterday afternoon:

which had been transformed — in just 27 hours — to this

With just three remnants still in need of rehab, I decided I should take advantage of the crochet momentum that is still with me, and I found still another nine patch ready to rehab:

I don’t know what the particular mechanism is that flipped my crochet switch, but I will channel this force that is now with me and move forward, one stitch at a time.