I stayed up all night stalking the Wollmeise shop for updates. Grab bag updates, to be precise. Did I listen to the sage advice from veteran WM stalkers, who told me these updates usually occur late afternoon, German time? No.
What did I do instead? Well, I stayed up, determined to be victorious when the shop was updated a little earlier. Until I fell asleep. About half an hour (judging from my forensic study of the Wollmeiseholics Anonymous group's update thread) before the yarny goodness hit the shelves, I fell asleep.
In a rather awkward position, posture-wise.
So I woke up just a hair before noon, with a twisted neck and dangerously low blood caffeine levels. And no new Wollmeise. (Never mind the fact I need more yarn like I need another hole in my head.)
Plus: there's no snow on the ground. I was expecting snow. I was looking forward to it. Yes, it will be a pain, because Vancouverites, for the most part, are hopeless with dealing with snowfall if it isn't atop a ski hill. But darn it, I love snow at Christmastime.
And double-plus: I managed to get zero Christmas knitting done yesterday (but don't worry, yesterday's list was pure fantasy -- even Piggy isn't that insanely ambitious). Piggy needs to pull up her store-bought socks and get cracking.
So, I leave you with a picture of the very wee (three feet, but actually shorter, since I have to bend the top branch in half to make it fit) Christmas tree I put up last week.
* Bonus points (and maybe a wee prize) for the first person to tell me where today's title comes from. The original performer. No googling!