Something's croaking in my knitting basket

I have somewhat of a dirty little secret that's been hanging about my knitting basket (less of a basket, more of an explosion) for an embarrassing amount of time. And by 'embarrassing amount of time' I mean at least over a year. I stopped working on this project, the Haruni shawl, because I was afraid that it was too small, but I deluded myself into thinking that it would grow somehow if I just left it be for months, and then when I finally picked it up again it would be the perfect size and I could simply bind it off and everything would be happy. Unsurprisingly, I was wrong. I bound off, sure. But the darn thing is still too small for my liking. And I hate to frog all of that because it's finished. But what is the point if I'm never ever never going to wear it because I think it fits me awkward? Maybe I was just having a bad day, and that's why it looked awkward. Or maybe it's too short and I need to suck it up and frog the stupid thing. The yarn is gorgeous (Juniper Moon Findley) and needs to be shown off to everyone. I'll try it on again, readers, but the outlook is looking decidedly froggy.

The offending shawl in the very gorgeous, meticulously blocked flesh.