Yesterday I set myself a challenge to finish the cookies needed to complete the cookieghan that has been dancing in my head for over a year now by June 30th, and today, I devoted all of my crochet time to making more cookies, and eventually I stepped back and found I had crocheted ninety-one cookies

Shortly before sunset today, I gathered together all of today’s cookies, all of yesterday’s cookies and all of the random cookies I had crocheted when small moments of time had presented themselves and took this photo:

While I have made substantive progress, if today was any indication, will not have all of the cookies done by sunset on June 30.

In order for me to make this deadline of my own design, I will need to crochet at least 11 cookies each day, except that one of those days I will need to crochet 12. In as much as I have not had even one eleven-cookie day since I began this project, I don’t, at the moment, see how it would happen once, let alone the seven times necessary in order to have all the cookies (save one) made by the stroke of midnight on June 30.

But rather than ruminate on the seeming impossibility of completing this task in the given time frame, I will draw my inspiration from and paraphrase Alfred, Lord Tennyson’s “Charge of the Light Brigade”

Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to crochet and ply.