Can it be that I enjoy seaming? If you have a cure for this strange affliction, please apprise me of the details only after this blanket is assembled.
(That middle Pac-Man shape in the square's center is indeed intentional, btw. The square needed a "quirk.")
I still haven't decided on a final size, so further feedback is appreciated. I think I'll seam up some squares, hold it up for you to evaluate and we can take it from there. Staring at a flock of 6" curled up lumps doesn't do much for any of us, does it?
The cat had a full-on pouncey battle with the blanket bits last night - I'm not sure what the cotton did to offend her, but I can attest that those straggled ends are more potent than catnip - so I don't recall exactly how many miters I have yet to knit since they are scattered from closet to kitchen. Two? Three? I have one cast-on in my bag. (I caught her carrying one around in her mouth like a sad, dead something, strings dragging under her pink paws like dislodged entrails. Better a damp and gooey miter than a decapitated mouse any day, I say.)
I've plenty more squares to block, as you can see from that half-seamed square above (the top two miters need blocking before I can finish it).
This is one of my favorite squares, but it has proved recalcitrant in the coming together. I'd blame the square, but perhaps seaming at 2am after three hours of graduate level Financial Accounting class could have set me at fault as the perpetrator of the reluctant stitching. We cannot always blame the cotton. I set this little half-seamed lovely aside to re-access tonight over red wine and case studies.
(And class was splendid, thanks for asking, except for the buying of the $100 wrong text book part. That bit sucked and I may or may not be able to convince the book store /copy shop that yes, I DO require the Graduate version, not the UNDER-graduate selection they foisted on me several weeks ago. Shesh. I'm honored by the complement, yes I do use sunscreen, but gimme my stuff already.)