Binding off.

Six scallops bound off, ten more to go. It's driving me batshit. I hate crochet.

The thing at the top is an ivory handled crochet hook (REAL ivory) that I found in my grandmother's things after she died. It's the only thing making the project bearable. If I had to hang on to a little bit of wire, my hand would never make it.

When I can't stand the binding off any more I work on the neck of That Other Thing.

Progress reports as things develop.