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A couple months ago I undertook a project. No, not that one, another one. I'm sure many thought it would go unfinished. Or at least would remain partly done until years, or decades even, in the future. (I myself had some doubts about it ever being completed, but don't tell anyone.) I started knitting an afghan of sorts, for the baby mostly, but also because it looked like it would result in a nice end-product.
I found the pattern in a book at the library and just thought, "Neat!" It's a series of fish that fit together M.C. Escher-style. It takes 44 fishes for the blanket, which turned out to be about a fish a day until the baby's due date, plus a little wiggle room. So pretty much every day at the end of the summer I knit a fish from tail to lips. Lo and behold, one day there were 44 fishes!
It was so much fun laying them all out on the kitchen table and arranging them in their fishy order, making sure no similar colors were touching and all the smiles were facing the right direction. Then started the days of sewing the fish together, tail to tail, lips to lips. And then back to stomach, stomach to back.
And voila! A fish afghan completed only a few months after inception and a few weeks before the arrival of the baby. If I do say so myself, well-done!
