pira

Something about when it rains, it pours....

I have finally worked my way down from the heights of a self-righteous snit I'd wound myself up into ~ but am still ignoring drawing because I want to be totally grounded before I redo anything...and so I am playing with the dollies (you'll see why later) when the doorbell rings.

It's my pavers ~ today is the day.

This is good...and this is bad....because I will need to park on the street for a week (now I'm trying to get a hold of city hall to register our vehicles for overnight parking...)...and I would have prefered to do this when the other half was out of town and we didn't have the hassle of jockeying for two spaces out there...but I digress....this also means I HAVE to get going on the garden retaining wall...less than a week before I leave for the farm.

BUT WHATEVs....so I'm moving my car and the Post Lady drives up and jumps out of her truck to stop me ~ I have a package to sign for.

OF COURSE I do.

It's the last box from Kyoto (and oddly enough the first one I mailed)....with a Big fat sticker on it saying it's over 50lbs.....

*0__o what exactly did I put in there???







I open the box...vaguely recall the 2 way cool red/black michiyuki....and start digging and digging and digging....






Oh crap. Oh crap crap crap. WTF did I do? 19 items of clothing, 3 bolts of material and an obi....*glances at shelf space*.....man I MAKE stoopid-busy work for myself like no one else.






....having acknowledged the obvious, I am relieved. I am happy with my choices...each and every one of them is a very nice :)

I'll get to those later...right now I have to go hang up some cotton fabric I've just washed. I'm making lounge pants for the teens....because I've got absolutely nothing else to do.