Purple daisy pettipants, available here! Yeeeeoooowwww! I took these photos yesterday–the weather was glorious–in the 60s.

I’m pretty crazy about these pettipants. The Boy took one look at them and declared: “These will sell.” I think so too!

Let’s hope so, or I might just keep them. When things I make stick around the house for too long, I become very attached and can no longer sell them. This happens with paintings too.

We just went to “Cost Plus” to purchase a card for the Boy’s grandfather–it’s his 81st birthday tomorrow and we’re going over to his house tonight to celebrate. Ribs? I think I heard something about…ribs? Vegan diet be damned (not that we’ve um, started that or anything…). I love ribs and I cannot lie.

Oh purple rhinestone lace, I’m crazy about you-u.

I’m a little anxious about my dentist appointment tomorrow, but I have a nice prescription of Halcion just waiting for me to dive into. The only tricky thing is, my ride is still up in the air. Hopefully the Boy will be able to get off work early to pick me up…what if I need a babysitter, a’la Corinne last Monday?

I’m excited about the prospect of not remembering anything about my dentist appointment, especially pain and that awful whirring sound of the drill. Although I did just load the new Beastie Boys album onto my ancient, decrepit ipod…just in case.