String memeage...

( Cut, love... )

The weekend...

In which our heroine discovers that a rosebush is still vicious even in death, is wrapped in duct tape, makes an attempt at gardening and a successful foray into Darkest Hopkins in pursuit of more leather. All in the space of one weekend.

( Here be monsters... )

*sigh*

I should not have gone outside at lunch. On the one hand, I got some sewing done--I might just have new underwear by WW! On the other hand, it was very hard to convince myself to go back inside and start work again. *pout*

But I did get an entirely accidental concert, courtesy of someone who was practicing the bagpipes.