One of my favorite movies (if by favorite, you mean one that employs a storytelling device I remember fondly nearly two decades after viewing it once), is Richard Linklater’s Slacker.

I don’t recall the plot (if it had one), but I do remember that the story moved forward from one scene to the next, each scene a discrete entity, joined to the previous scene only by a brief convergence of time. Such was my crochet day yesterday.

I am devoting the month of November to completing already begun crochet projects, and am currently focused on three projects in various states of undoneness.

Yesterday, the first project I turned my attention to was a future cat runner made of Babette inspired granny squares and limited to 8 colors.

All 112 squares needed were made, but I had not yet settled on a way to join them.

Having woven in all of the ends, there was no extra long tail to use for a whipstitch, so I eliminated that as an option because it can be so time consuming. An hour later, after having tried several different joinings, I settled on working a slip stitch through the back loops only with the right sides of the squares facing each other: This was the test run:

The only other progress I made on this project was the decision to arrange the squares in 7 x 16 square array. The morning slipped into afternoon, and before I knew it, it was time to take my youngest son to his choir practice. Because arranging 112 squares is not, to my mind, a portable project, I grabbed my traveling stash of Red Heart Super Saver yarn, and a bag of crochet tools and headed out the door.

While I was waiting for my son’s choir practice to be over so I could climb onto my “Why I love Red Heart Super Saver yarn” soapbox, I worked on some new squares for my Go-go granny dress-to-be and managed to get this far:

By the time evening had arrived, I had made excruciatingly modest progress on both the cat runner and the dress, but had pretty much worked myself up into lather about my favorite yarn.

I drank my tea, wrote my post, and then went to sleep.

All of which brought me to this morning.

After a day with a modest number of errands and a seemingly infinite number of distractions and false starts, I managed to arrange and join the first of 16 rows of the cat runner to be:

With any luck and a crochet hook, I am hoping to get at least one more row done tomorrow.