...then you must not know me very well.
One of my coworkers calls chocolate "antioxidants". She always carries spare little chocolate bars in her pockets and is so helpful in providing her nurse friends "optimal health" whenever we hit that slump in the middle of the day, when you know there is so much to do, but your mind can't seem to get you there fast enough.
And I am never one to say no to such generosity.
And that is why Girl Scouts never. ever. have a problem selling their cookies to me. I'll even buy them from friends who are out of state. I can never say no. It must be my quest for absolute perfect health. Somoas and Thin Mints are the cure and my fountain of youth. That Which Will Keep Me Hyper And Awake When I Know I Am Supposed To Sleeping As I Should Be At This Moment.
What chocolate doesn't do, however, is erase the truth. And the truth is that I have to frog this baby.
It's too big. I've knit much more than what you see, about 3 inches down, a beautiful smock pattern which the yarn shows very very well. (Though it splits, I warn you!), but it will be much too big for my girl. So I must frog and start over. My gauge was right on...but I may have not been keeping good tension...I knit whilst watching TV, and much of those 3 inches were done during Lost, and you can only imagine how much I paid attention. I will be starting anew tomorrow.
I must face thought that I may hit the mall next week to have a backup Easter dress available. Phooey.
I was, however, pleased to be able to finish a simple tote that has been sitting in my WIP basket. I think I still have tote making PTSD, because although this tote would have normally been completed in an hour and 15 minutes from cut to iron to sew...it has taken me months to finish it.
My dear cousin has been so patient. Thanks L for not asking me about it. I think you must have known my current general aversion to tote-making.
I did like incorporating some fabrics I have loved in the past....though I am hoping the style is hers and "young enough". I used the Lita size, so it fits nicely under the arm, with the bottom and inside made of black cord, to keep it looking clean even if she sets it down on the floor.
I'm off to lament and eat this last cookie.
(p.s...I swear on my own patch filled green Girl Scout sash that I did NOT eat all of these cookies. I had help from 3 little cookie monsters that have inherited my sweet tooth.)