I've been remarkably faithful to the Super-Secret-Birthday-Prezzie-Made-Of-Lace, and it's still. not. done. But it will be soon -- it looks like I'll be casting off tomorrow. Which would be -- wait for it -- a full two weeks ahead of schedule. Unheard of for Piggy. Stay tuned.
Meanwhile, how about a picture of a crazy-huge hot pink rhododendron?
Isn't it glorious? I spotted this on the drive to the SPCA this morning, and actually slammed on the brakes, backed up and dug out my camera to capture it.
Fortunately the Green Bomber (that would be my ancient GTI, for the new folks) was fresh from the repair shop, where yesterday a wizard of a mechanic welded a decidedly non-VW-stock piece of pipe onto its muffler, thereby saving Piggy a bajillion dollars and the neighbours of this crazy-huge hot pink rhododendron a rather nasty wake-up call. But I digress.
Onto the SPCA, where, after cuddling a few cats and dogs, I headed to the laundry room, where I discovered this rather ominous directive:
Roger that. Time to work on more light-weight blankies! (And if anyone out there would like to donate some industrial-strength machines to the West Van SPCA, please feel free.)
What else do I have for you...hmm...oh! Piggy predictably fell off the wagon on Thursday night, and managed to emerge from the melee that is a Wollmeise update with two skeins of Sockenwolle 80/20 Twin, in Hortensie (Hydrangea) and Lavendel (I'm sure that one doesn't require translation). Score!