Lets not call it square.

Due to the fact that I am hopelessly single, done with school and completely unemployed, I have a lot of time on my hands. After getting my beloved coffee in the morning, most of this free time is spent watching TV with bff Chandara or making messes in my house while creating crafty masterpieces.

Ever since Stephanie taught me how to crochet, I have become a crazy hooker. (Yes, thats right, hooker.) Trying new patterns, making everyone yarny Christmas presents and searching the internet for fun craft blogs has now become a daily occurance. Maybe I need to get out more... Maybe I shoud get some friends or venture outside and feel the sunlight OR maybe I should let Stephanie convince me to take on a project that is sure to consume every one of my nights for the next month. "What is this project," you ask? An afghan. The plan is that we both make our own afghan and comisetrate with eachother as we're working by sending eachother updated pictures of our progression. Or, to put into words what you're all already thinking, we're finding out who has less of a social life. So with that said, I introduce you all to "Granny Hip!" (not to be confused with what your what your grandmother broke when she slipped in the kitchen last year.)

8 squares down.

Obviously Granny Hip's name suits her well. Although she is four sided, she aint no square. She's not a typical granny square blanket, her pattern pretty much rocks my socks off and just look at those colors! Could she be any cooler? No. If one was to compare Granny Hip to a real grandma she would be Mrs. Doubtfire. (Yes, I realize she's not a real grandma but, she... er, he is pretty with it/awesome.)