|the granny square in her natural environment|
Number one on the sort-of list.
Crocheting myself an Afghan of granny squares in an attempt to whittle my yarn stash down so that it fits into its two assigned boxes.
|squares of plenty|
|heaps o' squares|
I'll take it. Nine skeins of free yarn.
Until they arrive, I'll probably keep making these innards, testing out every three-color combination/order there is, until I run out of yarn, or the cows come home, or something else demands my interest.