Unfortunately, I am me, so I am not satisfied with it. I thought I would be, but it turns out one end is much wider than the other. I folded it and it seemed all right, so I'm not going to worry about it. After all, he certainly couldn't crochet any better. It will just be one of those things that nags me. As I was on the last set of rows when I realized this difference, I thought it would be stupid to go frogging it. Far too much work. Better to have one that's not perfect than to work that hard and have nothing at all, especially since the boyf's birthday is tomorrow.
So, here you are:
And there you have it. My First Afghan.