You can all blame 2Paw for the punny title. It’s her schtick and I appear to have caught it.
It’s a purple Citron, or a Moro blood orange. Oh, yes. This stuff isn’t just thrown together you know!
There was a slight existential crisis over at Silvia’s blog about exactly what a “shawlette” is and I, if I may quote myself, concluded:
I think of a shawlette as something that looks like a shawl only smaller. To my mind a scarf is usually rectangular and anything not is a shawlette/mini-shawl. Or whatever!
So that’s what I’m making!
I’m on some pretty serious antibiotic capsules and these rather lovely ear drops. The combination of the two seems to be working and, at the end of all this, I get to have my ears syringed. Yay?!
I think I’ve found the bird’s preferred shelling spot!
I’m still feeling fairly rotten, but less rotten than this time last week.
Oh, and if you have a spare minute go to this comment by Fiona on my last post. She shared a wonderful poem that did make me tear up a little. sniff, sniff.