It's like an alcoholic falling off the wagon and ending up drinking his sorrows away in a rundown bar in the middle of a bustling railroad town, complete with a rickety piano, poker games in the corner and two cowboys comparing gun sizes a little too loudly. No one notices you're there and you're left to drink in peace but there's a hollow sensation in the bottom of your stomach - you feel guilty but you're too drunk to wonder why.
Okay, I've spent the past week watching old Westerns but the point is the same.
I've fallen off the wagon and I'm back at making granny squares!!
This is called Flower Grannysquare, it was the 6" square for the July BAMCAL. I changed the last round to dc to bring the size up to 6".
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