Today I made a cock-up of the corner, but I completed my first granny square.
That noise you can hear? That's The Pogues Fiesta.
I sort-of completely know what I cocked-up*, which is hopeful regarding not cocking-up the next one. I am sort-of completely confident that I can fudge it into nothing when I stitch squares together. This I will accomplish by the gift of the simple ineptitude of my stitching, which is mighty, and is sort-of completely guaranteed to remove attention from the corner cock-up.
*summink summink, joined colours when pattern said to snip one off and tie new one in, summink summink started at a different part which felt more suitable for the join, summink summink QUASH future feelings QUASH THEM FLAT.
Right, am off. I need a wee. I always need a wee.