Le Fug est arrivee!
As I type, there is a lovely gentleman here fixing the carpet. You know how the carpet ends and the tile begins and there's usually a protective strip holding down the carpet? Not so here, and consequently my carpet's been trashed in a few places. I'm dying to take The Fug out of the box to photograph her in all her glory, but I'm not sure about such performance art in front of Mr. Carpet. I carefully reached my hand into the bag and recoiled in horror and I felt something... crunchy.... something not quite.... right.....
Carpet Man! Leave! I've got important and fugly work to do!
Ok, I started that bit on the side before I remembered to take pictures of Rae's additions!