What's on my hook

Have I mentioned how much I love my husband?  After nearly two weeks of no handcrafts whatsoever, I was starting to get the shakes.  My husband quickly noticed the signs and bundled the children out of the house to give me three whole hours of quiet, uninterrupted Me time.  What a guy.

I sat outside on our deck to enjoy what is passing for our Kiwi summer so far and instead of a book, I picked up my crochet hook.

This is the beginnings of a blanket and these would not ordinarily be the colour combinations I would put together, but I am trying to use up the balls of yarn I have left over from my crochet pillow so just go with it, people.

I haven't woven in the ends as I've completed each row of colour.  I am cringing at the thought of it already.  Why, why, why don't I just follow my own advice and do it as I go rather than at the end??? I am going to stop crocheting more rows until I have woven in what I have done so far.  It might be a while before I post an update on this, that gives you an idea of how much I hate that job.