shh...don't tell carter

By way of quick introduction...I like to knit.  I'm not a great knitter, probably adequate at best, and there are more things I don't like knitting than things I do.  The one thing I can't seem to stop knitting, however, is stuffed animals.  I knit standing on the subway to work every morning, sitting on the couch at night and pretty much anywhere else I can spare a few minutes throughout the day (although I haven't yet become so brazen as to take my knitting to the bathroom with me).  

At the moment I'm halfway through a project for my friend Kerri's son Carter.  I'm knitting him an elephant which is half celebration for his arrival and half apology to Kerri.  In high school, I sentenced her to four years of useless elephant tchotchkes (running the gamut of figurines, t-shirts, earrings) after telling everyone she collected elephants, which she didn't.  I still think she harbors an unspoken resentment towards me for it, so I'm hoping this will be the last elephant she ever receives and the first she will actually want.