Hello possums!! I'm back from exile (in flickr land) and ready with some super pretty!
I went and got a haircut yesterday. I love my stylist. His head massage when shampooing is sublime.
It was freezing out AND snowing, so I had to dig out my car and warm it up. Why does the knitter have no mittens? Must be all those mitten classes I used to teach.. I shudder at the thought of knitting more of them. :/
After my haircut, I walked down the mall and remembered OMG! There's a salon here that almost always has the new Zoyas! My salon has the core collection, but nothing new
So wowee zowee, they have Shawn. Lovely, lovely Shawn. 2 perfect coats (maybe could have done 3.. or a more careful 2) of olive green fabulosity.
A reward if you will for the frozen fingers (I have something called Raynaud' Syndrome so cold is NOT GOOD FOR MY HANDS. Yikes.) and grocery toting, it is now mine! Mine all mine. This is the first Zoya I have that hasn't bubbled like crazy. See? It was meant to be.
I love these colours so much. If I could get my mitts on RBL's No More War I'd be the happiest pony in the stable. But shipping being what it is.. no way Jose..
So the midlife crisis line called and they want their Mohawk back. I mean seriously.. it's been 25 years since I've had hair this rocknrolla.
Glad to be back possums!