Long, long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, I had a friend I had started an afghan for. Eventually misunderstandings were had and feelings were hurt, and if our respective lives hadn’t changed so much and so quickly, we might have overcome that. Instead, I’ve had the first skein-worth of that afghan sitting around for the last 5 years.
I started frogging it last night.
I feel sad, of course, but lighter somehow for acknowledging that it just isn’t ever going to be finished.
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