Procrastination is my second name...

It's sitting there. It's sitting there and laughing at me. At least that's what I figure it does. I am talking of the Two-Tone-Top in Geisha, which is finished - the knitting, that is. It's calling out loud, it shouts: "I could be finished. C'mon, it doesn't take that long to block my sleeves and sew them in and close the seams!" But I am really good at ignoring these blatant attempts to get my attention. I've been doing so for weeks. There is a good reason why I can claim to be the queen of procrastination. Anyone out there who wants to challenge me for the title?