Hasn't it been said that there have been sightings of people who spontaneously combust? Blow up without any warning? Or catch fire without a heat source at all? I know, it all sounds kinda weird or crazy but I think that I'm getting ready to throw my better sense out the window and embrace the idea, because honestly, my reality is being tried, tried, tried.
It could be my imagination, so I may not be the most reliable of witnesses on the subject of the Carnival Shawl. But, the other night, I could swear I heard myself say in a natural and measured, light-hearted fashion: "By the way, mom, about the Shawl...I have all but four motifs completed..."
"...you know... That shawl. The one we were supposed to make together?..."
Blank look and a slight grin.
"...the one you did that little swatch for, but left for me to complete until your next visit? The one with the swirly crocheted motifs?...I'm almost done...I just need to sew the thing together, really..."
"You don't remember?...The Carnival Shawl? The one you picked out? Remember? The CARNIVAL SHAWL?"
Talk about me being the big, giant schmuck in this scenario. After a year of biting my lip, a year of feeling the guilty feelings, a year of hating the hook and the yarn more than one should. A year of being the biggest loser in the world's worst comedy skit known to man. I'm the boner. I'm the fool.
(Let's not mention that Carnival Shawl ever again. It is gone. It is out of my vocabulary. Bye! Go! Be gone! Bye! Tah tah! SeeeeeeeeYah big pile of yarn!)
BTW: Just finished this sleeveless shell. It'll bring on the fashion better than any old *you-know-what* and it's made out of some nifty cotton/silk blend I got from Kpixie awhile back. It's from Japan and won't make you think about anything *you-know*-related at all, especially since it's a quick knit and not made of a million crocheted motifs. All the shaping is achieved by darts. Yeah, I know, it's low-cut and all, but I'll let you know how to change the neckline. Or, you could wear something underneath, too, or just let it all hang out like I did, because, frankly, I haven't the strength to do otherwise. (Watch for the pattern on the Garter Belt.)