Alas, Poor Ophelia

Tomorrow I am supposed to give a final exam to two classes.

I should be sleeping in my bed.

Instead, I am frogging Ophelia.

I finished her tonight. I bound off her shoulders and tried her on.

She looked ok except for the Joan Crawford shoulders. I am crushed. I was hoping for Ravelympics victory and a nice looking sweater to boot.

I can't let this get me down. I can't let the mojo escape.

I have to decide what to do next and push forward.