I forgot to mention my little blanket. I was not loving the color scheme. They were just a bit too mushy or too acidic for me. So I finished it off with a nifty little edging that I got out of this book and gave it away.
It now belongs to a 9 year old who, upon me presenting the blanket said,
"But it's full of holes."
It's crochet, kid.
That's what it's supposed to look like. What can I say. She's been raised by a Knitter.