Nora (I think the name was Nora, I wasn't really paying attention to be honest) wanted to finish off her late sister's crochet projects and she was stumped on the last rug. My sister wasn't too sure how to join all of the strips either so she asked for my help to make up a border "just to show how it's done for the rest". Being both nice and an unbelievable show-off I said yes.
The pattern is called "Barefoot Summer Days" (because it looks like feet) and it's in American terminology which isn't that much of a problem for me. Then I started.
Next month, I picked it up again, tried to re-read the pattern. Nope, still horrible for my brain.
Next month, I picked it up again, tried to re-read the pattern. Swore. Put bag in back room and went off and had a baby instead.
Next month, I put Dot down and picked up the rug. The pattern swam before my eyes and then made sense. No idea why. Two strips done in no time at all.
Baby brain assists in hard crochet work. Who knew?