The daily flower at Chelsea’s request. Isn’t the squirrel bench cute? Today’s featured flora is Japanese Bleeding Heart. I also have the white variety growing in another garden. Here is a closer look. 

Another thing to see — Cara’s fabulous photos, there’s someone who knows how to work the camera!  scroll towards the bottom and check out her sheep shots. I ~heart~ them.

And before I forget – my new spinning friend Joy has started a blog – please take a moment to visit and wish her well.  (she also does a much better job of explaining the steps involved in the natural dyeing process).

The daily flower at Chelsea’s request. Isn’t the squirrel bench cute? Today’s featured flora is Japanese Bleeding Heart. I also have the white variety growing in another garden. Here is a closer look. 

Another thing to see — Cara’s fabulous photos, there’s someone who knows how to work the camera!  scroll towards the bottom and check out her sheep shots. I ~heart~ them.

And before I forget – my new spinning friend Joy has started a blog – please take a moment to visit and wish her well.  (she also does a much better job of explaining the steps involved in the natural dyeing process).

I have recovered from my shock of yesterday.  I have been thinking a lot about what happened and what to do next.

My first impulse was to throw the f*cker out.  How gross was that story?  I had many comments telling me that that was indeed what I should do.  There is no amount of Tilex in the world to make this okay.

This morning however, I am having a brainstorm.

Normally when I find things that are the littlest bit close to being ‘antique’, I will not mess with them in anyway.  I bring them home and wash them off.  No paint – no nothing.  I use them as is.  I hate to take away from their intrinsic value.

This milkbox however will either be messed with or put into the trash.  I need to restore its value ….

Therefore, I propose to drill holes in the bottom, fill it with dirt and turn it into a planter! 

The more I think about this the better I like the idea.  At this point, the shit is cleaned out.  If I throw it away, someone else will discover it and have a ‘find’.  How disgusting would that be??  Some poor schmo coming along and seeing this ‘prize’ completely unaware of its history.  Perhaps even putting their hands into it?  eeewwww   

Furthermore, I have chamberpots in my house – on display no less.  I have paid money for these piss jugs.  I love them, I have more than one. I even put flowers in them and use them as a centerpiece on my dining room table!   So what if it’s antique piss?  does that make a difference?    well yes, it does …. but anyway ….

I have been through the worst of this, why not make some lemonade as it were?

Life handed me something with the shit already at the bottom — I’m planting geraniums baby!

ps.  don’t worry I haven’t completely lost my mind, this little fecal find will never make it past the front porch.

Main Entry: Pol·ly·an·na
Pronunciation: "pä-lE-‘a-n&
Function: noun
Etymology: Pollyanna, heroine of the novel Pollyanna (1913) by Eleanor Porter †1920 American fiction writer
Date: 1921
: a person characterized by irrepressible optimism and a tendency to find good in everything
– Pollyanna adjective
– Pol·ly·an·na·ish /-‘a-n&-ish/ also Pol.ly.an.nish adjective

does it seem like life is bucolic here at Chez Swine?  that it’s all weekends spent frolicking with dyes, days spent knitting and woodlands filled with lunaria?

do you hate me for it?

well, here is your chance to cackle with glee.

this story is so gross, so totally disgusting that I actually threw up a little bit as it was happening.   if you have a weak stomach you may want to leave now.  I am not joking.

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