wash yr hands

So, last week I went over to my friend Blondie's house to have lunch and hang out. It was a lovely day! We looked at the vegetable garden she put in*, we looked at the amazing quilts she's been making (she's a fantastic fiber artist) and I met her new cat Deter. The sun was shining, lunch was delicious and I finally got to give her the birthday present I've been hanging on to for SIX MONTHS. I gave her handsoap . Hee hee. (it makes me laugh every time I look at it!) I made her promise me that she'd actually use it -- by the pictures she sent me later that night I can see that she is:


(I find this freaky yet hilarious.)


(lettuce head babies, the natural rival of the cabbage patch kid.)

*the entire city of portland is preparing for the impending collapse of large-scale commercial agriculture by planting vegetable gardens. I have seen more front yard raised beds than ever before! I made a bamboo pyramid for my beans to climb and am wishing for one of my near neighbors to get egg-laying chickens. (although since it's a bar on one side and a compulsive sidewalk washer on the other, I'm not holding my breath.)