Early this spring, I was looking forward to the opening of the local Farmers' Market. I even signed up for a share from one of the farms (I pay a flat fee in advance and then can take what I want from their farmstand each week). So I started crocheting this shopping bag from a 1933 pattern, when paper to wrap up your groceries was in short supply.
It was my first crochet project ever, but I learned to read the pattern and do the stitches. I worked and worked on it. I ran out of thread and bought more. I kept working on it. I began to wonder about the statement that "even a child could make one in a very short time". Maybe people crocheted faster in the '30s.
Well, I finished it tonight, and finally realized my mistake: after increasing at the beginning, I was supposed to have 36 loops in each row. Somehow I ended up with 52. My bag is 44% larger than called for.
I loaded up the bag with the groceries I'd bought earlier today. It still wasn't full. I added a tote bag full of yarn. And a big envelope full of yarn that I'd just gotten in the mail. And a pair of shoes. And my gym bag. And a jacket. At that point, I got bored with stuffing things in the bag and took the picture.