I'm being swallowed by a by a big huge mother of an afghan, that's for certain. I was dragging this cute little project around with me while I attended my duties as a mother - piano lessons, sporting events, etc. etc. etc.
But recently, after two grueling 19 hour drives to Montana and back, the thing has begun to get a bit unwieldy. Its proportions are not fitting into my little day bag. I'm having to roll it up into a tube shape that's the size of a toddler. But I continue on. I'm not sold on all the colors I chose, but there is no turning back now. It's still King sized and there it stays.
I'm going to have to choose a new project to be my 'mom's waiting in the parking lot' bit. Something smaller, like a pair of socks. I'm getting an itch to hold my knitting needles once again.