Grannymania concludes (to the relief of some) for a minute at least.
You remember my attack of grannymania?
Well, it rampaged towards a rapid conclusion, and found a new home this weekend – with the very gorgeous nephew of our resident design fascist.
So the crochet beast was tamed, but for about two minutes maximum. Cue another blanket (yellow!)… and two oversized floor cushions! (Yelp!). I’m beginning to suspect that heroin might prove the cheaper drug in the long run.
