I'm not what you would call a crafty person, but I believe wholeheartedly in the beauty of the homemade, in giving a child — and now a grandchild — a gift I have created with my own hands. There may be dropped stitches and other flaws, but what matters is the love worked into every loop.
This morning I decided to eschew the Youtube instructions I found last night, which got me started with a slight deviation that made me crazy, and now I'm back on track. It may not be the world's most perfect afghan, but it will be my own — until it's my grandchild's, that is.