New goal:
Don't set goals.
Let's recap. I wanted to finish the sockapaloooza socks and my Forecast by this weekend. Who would like to hazard a guess as to their status? Answer: I have a few inches to go on the sock (no problem, but it needs to be severely blocked), and many, many inches to go on Forecast. It seems that when I set goals for myself, I do anything but knit. (I guess it doesn't help that I wasn't able to do much last week, so I want to run around like a headless chicken this one.)
I wanted to wear Forecast this weekend, but I will settle for my pretty, pretty shrug.
Speaking (again) of Forecast: Holy cow does that make my bazoombas look, er, bigger than usual. It's a magic bosom booster. I was almost frightened. Let's hope it can be worn in public.
I am keeping my Yarnover Excitement goal. I'm so excited! I'll be having breakfast with some great gals beforehand, and I've got plenty of money to spend should I do so (a combination of a well-timed stash sale, a well-timed "holiday" (Administrative Professionals Week, for which we got a bonus), and a well-timed end to a work-sponsored fitness challenge (since I met my goal of losing at least 10% of my body fat, I got my entry fee of $50 back, and the winner of the pot gave everyone who met their goal another $50 out of the goodness of her heart). It will be SO NICE to not worry about money, since I am a money-worrier, and this is the first week in a very, very long time that it's possible.
Now I just have to worry about not having enough time, right?
Tipper @ 5:05 AM * link
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