It seems Piggy has found something more painful than lace knitting: lace blocking. And I do mean painful: I've got cuts under my fingernails thanks to all the pulling out and re-insertion of three boxes of T-pins into the completed Super-Secret-Birthday-Present-Made-Of-Lace yesterday.
I suspect I might not be using them correctly.
Anyhoo, as I can't show you any pictures yet, how about I show you a couple of my mum's holiday snaps from her recent trip to Australia? Don't panic -- just two, I promise.
First up, some happy sheep:
These adorable merinos belong to my mum's old school chum Pip and her husband. See that ram in the middle there? He's really happy: he's just (hopefully) impregnated all those ewes.
I was hoping Mum would be bringing a fleece home with her, but no such luck. All of Pip's superfine merino gets shipped off to Italy (apparently there is no commercial spinning left in Australia), where it's spun up and eventually ends up as fancy rugs.
When they weren't hanging with the sheep, Pip and Mum did a bunch of other stuff, including taking a look at some student artwork by Lake Jindabyne -- where Mum spotted one installation she figured I might particularly like:
Aussie flying piggies!