(sung to the tune of Little Bunny Foo Foo)
Little Rabbit With Arms,
Hopping through the jungle,
Stepping on a land mine,
And losing both his arms.
Down came the good fairy and she said...
"Little Rabbit No Arms you're an idiot for hopping through the jungle to begin with and you deserve to be eaten..."
I made this little crochet animal for my sister, Kelsey, for Easter. Purple is her favorite color and rabbits are like her most favoritest thing ever (like ridiculously so. seriously).
Naturally, I decided to make it for her three days before Easter -- which under normal circumstances would've been enough time to finish it. However, I didn't take into account dying Easter Eggs, cooking Easter Dinner side dishes and desserts, and sheer exhaustion from trying to get everything done in time. Needless to say I didn't finish it and she got to watch me do the finishing touches on Easter.
In retrospect I should've taken the time to give it arms (one of the main reasons I didn't was because I wanted to be able to give it to her before I had to leave). In person it looked cute without the arms but looking at the pictures it just looks creepy. I think I'll crochet some arms and make her bring Little Rabbit No Arms with her next time I see her so I can fix it.
Food Montage 4/10/12
I'm experimenting with how I want to keep track of the food I ingest. I thought a Food Montage would be more fun for me to do and, for those who are interested, to look at than just writing everything down. It's more fun to look at food than to read about it. I'm especially proud of my deconstructed Tuna Salad and banana slices I had for lunch today. (Deconstructed. Look at my culinary vocabulary. Yes I got it from watching food porn... er.. I mean.. the Food Network)
I don't have a starting weight because my scale's battery died and I can't find my tape measure to get starting measurements -- but since I'm not dieting, I'm living healthy, I think I won't replace the battery because trying to attach a weight to that can be stressful. Plus I'm such a scale slut, I can't ever stay off it and fret over every pound not lost. However, I'm putting aside a pair of pants I wear now to show where I've been and how far I've come (well when I get there, that is).