Momma told me that I was "special"

Clearly, I am a little awkward at matching colors. I knew I should have gone with that dark red instead of the more pink-ish color. The color combinations are a little... avant garde. But I don't want to go buy another ball of yarn so I can make another 29 squares so the colors are less... unique. The pattern is lovely, it really is, but the colors. God, the colors... They're so... special and... personalized? But I've already come this far, I should just sew the thing up and send it away, so I don't have to look at it. But crocheting the entire thing together is a bit... daunting. It's taking up a lot of space on my floor where I have laid it out, which is a little worrying. I have no idea if it's going to match his decor, and frankly, at this point, I don't care. Shame.

After I'm done with the sewing up and blocking, I can finally then work on something else. It's really a relief. I've been working on this blanket for so long that it was starting to suck the life out of me. But now that I can work on my other projects... nothing could possibly go wrong. Right? I can totally make a matching leg warmer and not go insane. In fact, I can make the missing leg warmer, finish the other one, and make a matching pair, making two pairs. I can totally do that. I'm capable. I am dedicated. I am... going to fall flat on my face as I start the second leg warmer. I'm very special that way, I suppose.