There is no reason I couldn’t have finished the thirty-round granny square today. I had made good progress yesterday, adding two-and-three-quarters rounds, but then something happened that interrupted my progress:

Last April, I had been distracted by what little I knew of the story of a woman who was my father’s great aunt.

Early this June, I got a huge assist from someone I don’t really know, and she was able to help me find the many missing pieces, and the past couple of days I have felt compelled to take the time to put together the bits and pieces of her life that I have come across so that her life is at least documented .

When I sat down to work on it I thought would be a matter of simply polishing a sentence her and a thought there, but when I got to the “finishing,” like most projects, I found there were a few things I had forgotten to attend to, and like most projects, there were a few rabbit holes for me to go down, and I did.

So the 90 minutes of time I allowed to work on Whatever Became of Amelia Thurnau, stretched into four hours and before I knew it the sun was setting and the dog needed a walk, and I had to take a hurry up picture for my blog post in some lovely to look at but rather peculiar light for photos.

I did everything as quickly as I could and managed to get this photo of the granny square blanket with yet another two-and three-quarter rounds completed.

With the story of Amelia told as well as I will ever be able to tell it, I am now ready to move forward on this great granny square blanket, hook in hand, one stitch at a time.