The peace sign hexagon crochet purse that I feel compelled to finish before I begin work on my 2017 state fair project was going swimmingly.

I had all of the pieces crocheted, the ends on the body of the purse were woven in, I had cut out the pieces for a double lining that I was going to make from red and pink fabric.

It was good to go.

Almost.

As I was crocheting the side seams of the future purse, I realized that four of the hexagons looked a bit askew when I crocheted the final seams.

Uncertain if I should move forward or take a step back, I decided to show it my mother to ask her what she thought. She is inclined to say things to me like “stop acting like you are going to live forever” when she thinks I am putting too much time into something, so I knew that if she thought it needed to be redone, then it needed to be redone.

Over coffee, I pulled out the not quite completed purse with the seams joined. She saw the problem immediately, and so it was clear to me that a revision was required.

Fortified with a cappuccino, I unseamed one of the hexagons in question, reworked it, and then put it in place. Here is the view from the side:

Obviously, I was on the right track, but the right track included remediating three more securely secured crochet hexagons, so I got to work, and eventually, I had it mostly done.

The hexagons in question were remediated and put back into place:

the ends of the crochet strap were woven in and ready to be trimmed:

and one of the double linings had the side seams sewn:

So as the sun prepared to set on my altogether too brief weekend, I trimmed the ends from the strap and got this photo of the crochet pieces before assembly:

One thing I have learned over the years is this: crochet is always and adventure whether or not it is the adventure you had planned.