For about a year and half, the hubs has been telling me that I need to make something for the house. And each time he says it, I agree and then I pack up whatever project I’ve been working on and I ship it off to a new home. My intent wasn’t to ignore him, it’s just that people would see what I was working on and want it so I’d give it away. But when we moved into our new home and started decorating, I knew I wanted to make something, I just wasn’t sure what. The hubs suggested a blanket for nights when we cuddle on the sofa…