So I finished my friend’s baby afghan. I brought it to her baby blessing yesterday and they put it in the middle of the floor with the “sacred things”. I had been so worried about it because I thought it was crooked. My daughter kept telling me to knock it off and not criticize my work so much. Well, I really had to accept it when it was lying there in the middle of the floor for everyone to see. It was such a caring environment, I didn’t care that it wasn’t perfect. It was nice.