Toothpick Knitting for the Non-Toothpick

Here is one problem with visiting my mom in Idaho: Chocolate. Everywhere. Now why, you would ask, would I consider chocolate a problem? That is just the problem. I don't consider it at all. I just eat it. And eat it. And eat it. I have no willpower. Is it possible to be addicted to chocolate? I mean literally? I've been wondering. Anyway, because of this, plus the fact that I sit around the whole time I'm up there, I feel like a hippo. It's not so much that I have instantly become fatter (though it's not outside the realm of possibility). I just feel fatter. And yuckier. Somehow, despite the presence of disgusting amounts of chocolate and other yummy garbage for the hips, my mom somehow manages to stay the size of a toothpick. Uggh, it makes me sick. This means I'm going to have to start over on my get-healthy plan, which is pretty much what I do every Monday, but then it only lasts until Thursday.

In the latest knitting news, I finally picked a knitting project: A springy sweater (like the season, not like springy sproingy) called Lucky out of Stitch n' Bitch Nation. Maybe I am losing my mind because it is knit in clover lace pattern on size 2 needles with this skimpy little baby yarn (and keep in mind that I am not a seasoned pro and that this is only my 10th project), but I like it anyway. I just couldn't bear to think about chunky winter clothing any longer. I hope I don't hate it when it's finished, and I hope I won't be too fat by then to wear it. Due to the "toothpick knitting," as the salesperson at the Pocatello yarn store described what I have planned, you won't be seeing knitting news or pictures from me for a LONG time (except for a picture of a Yoga Mat bag, which just needs stitched together). After a weekend of knitting, I have 5 inches of sleeve done. Go me.

Hope you all had a lovely weekend.