I'm going to ignore the fact that the olympic closing ceremonies will be airing tonight and keep plugging away at the sweater that kicked me while I was down. I'm not going to give up, even though I know I'm not going to make it. I'm gonna be like that one skiier last night who missed the second gate in the slalom, yet kept going and got a first place time, but was immediately disqualified. but he had a great run and raced like he meant it, even though he totally knew that he was out. that's the olympic spirit, right? to keep going because you know you have it in you; though there may not be a medal at the end, I will know that I achieved my goal, which is to complete the task which I'd set out to do. that, and make my momma proud. the norwegians may think they've got me beat, but they've got another thing coming!

to make myself feel better about my ufo, I'm going to post a picture of my (finally!) blocked clapotis. this lovely shot was taking under the flattering florescent glow of my bathroom. I perched my camera atop a bottle of woolite, because I could see the reflection of the viewfinder in the mirror and be sure that I was actually in the shot. by the way, it came out so so soft and warm (the clapotis, not the picture). and I'm actually kinda glad it's chilly today so I could wear it out. unfortunately, the picture didn't come out that great, but you get the idea of what it looks like. whee - hot pink!