When I was a child, I thought being a grown-up meant you got to choose what you were going to eat for dinner, you could stay up late, and you could do whatever you wanted, and I would often engage in avoidance behavior in attempts to get around the rules my parents wanted to establish for me.
Now that I have experience actually being a grown-up, I look back wistfully on those carefree days when I didn’t have to plan dinner, I got to go to bed early, and I could do whatever I wanted.
Today, as part of being a grown-up, I found myself with a task in front of me that I did not particularly want to do.
It involves perusing a decade’s worth of audits, compiling the relevant information into a spreadsheet, and then asking my husband to run some pivot tables so that I can glean information that is not apparent on first glance.
So what does one do when one is avoiding an unpleasant task?
I can’t speak for everyone, but as some of my readers might guess, I get out crochet. In fact, I got out the-afghan-that-has-eluded-me and began work on the border.
I had been avoiding the border because the afghan itself has some areas of ruffling, a consequence of using a not entirely forgiving joining method to join squares that don’t fit together perfectly.
Here is what the afghan looked like after I completed (in order) a strip of pink up the right side, a strip of yellow across the top, a strip of Delft blue down the left side, and a strip of spring green across the bottom:
I am still a bit nervous as to how it will look when all is said and done because there is still a fair amount of ruffling, so the piece does not lie flat easily, but must be coaxed.
After getting the first round of the border done, I did manage to get complete one more row across the top:
And now it’s time for me to make that dinner I get to choose! 🙂