Last Laugh

Someone I knew in Seattle would start the New Year by uttering the opposite of what she hoped to achieve. "I will stay in my current job" was a Reverse New Year's Jinx that would assure her a new (and better) position.

Personally, I prefer the more direct approach of "say it and make it so", but maybe there is something to this reverse jinx idea. If my knitting and my health are any indication, the reverse jinx is real and it is a powerful beast.

Within hours of my "it feels so good to be gluten free" post, I started sneezing and sniffling like mad. My boss snidely pointed out that my pronouncements about how much better I feel without gluten could be undermined by the sneezing fits and the nose swaddled in tissue. Point taken, but I am taking the position that this is my body detoxing years of gooey gluten and mucky milk. Do not tell me differently. Do not attempt to dissuade me with medical facts and yakity-yak; I will not believe you.

And what of my progress on the Baker's Dozen WIP List? In spite of leaving work early and napping away several hours of quality knitting time, I awoke determined to finish Molly Ringwald. All I had to do was attach the straps and work the sleeve caps. A quick wash and block would guarantee a fashion show to wear to knitting Thursday night.

Good Golly, Miss(Fit) Molly!

I made the 34" (rather than 36") size to compensate for the lack of "memory" in cotton and silk. It is possible that surgery and a hot wash 'n' dry could result in a better fit now, but it will be too big next year when I am closer to goal weight.

For now, I will put Molly Ringwald aside and concentrate on CeCe, Sorrell and Tubey -- once my hands are relieved of serving the snuffling nose.