In the land of ponchos I have the chiciest poncho of all. I see myself strutting into the room with a swish of poncho and every head turns admiring my fashionable form. Yes, the swirling fabric drapes perfectly and as I move nothing is knocked over by the furling fabric. Yes, I am envied by all who see me. Of course this is pure fantasy and I am sure when I am done knitting my poncho I will look like a tent going somewhere, but if you see me just let me think I am amazing. Denial is a beautiful thing.