Dear February Lady Sweater,
I feel I owe you an explanation. Last week, when you were last in my arms, I commented that we were almost ready to take our relationship to the next level. I know, I know . . . it sent tingles down my spine, too. I had the outfit all planned out: new dark jeans, chic gray t-shirt with a hint of the white tank underneath just peeking out, cowboy boots that have never seen a cow . . . and you. Perfect plan, my sweet. But then something more alluring sashayed on by and I was smitten.
You know I've never been a monogamous knitter. Quite the brazen hussy, I always have more on the needles than I have a right to. Should I shower Lady Eleanor with some love? Throw a little sugar to the long forgotten Miter Square Blanket? No, the Lily of the Valley Scarf needs some TLC. But this was different. It spoke to my very core, my gut, if you will.
It seems, FLS, that I've been taken an interest in the Wii Fit, and damn, I've fallen hard. Stepping on that Fit was challenging because I knew what was coming (and I don't really need a game to tell me I'm fat, thank you very much), but I'm throwing caution to the wind. I don't care what the other knits say: I am in love with the Wii Fit. Maybe it's the competitor in me, but I want to be the best at all the activities (and I kind of want to beat Lola and the girls). So, shame me, tell me my BMI isn't changing, say "Ohhh" with a slightly dismissive tone when I step on . . . Wii Fit, I'm your bitch.
The other knits will be there when I get back . . . I know I'll need a little knitting booty call after I finish with the Super Hula Hoop or the Bubble Float. But, my bestest sweater love, I'll give you a call tomorrow. After all, you have five inches on the sleeve to go and then mamma's taking you out for the expensive dinner. You know you'll take me back in a heartbeat. Tidy up, honey . . . I'm trading in the cowboy boots and wearing the f-me pumps.
PS - Why not see how Cleite is doing? I hear she's getting restless since Lola's been tapping her Wii Fit, too!