I’d love to put this in poetic for, because it’s fun. And a proper ode needs a proper form, yes? But alas, tonight is not the night.
I suppose this is more of a thank-heavens-for-the-granny-square, which always comes to my rescue when I’m too scattered or stressed to work on something more complicated
, which can soothe me just by moving my hands through those familiar motions, which can make me fall in love with crochet again and again and again
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, and which can be stitched together into some of the loveliest afghans ever conceived.
Thank you, my very best yarny friend. Thank you, indeed.