There are few things that I love as much as yarn. Er... let me rephrase that. There are few things that I love almost as much as yarn.
But peonies are certainly up there.
I flippin' adore them.
I walked into my local florist yesterday to see what she had in that flower filled fridge of hers. I literally gasped out loud to the point that the poor merchant of blooms felt compelled to ask me (in all seriousness) if I was ok.
Of course, I'm totally ok.
In fact, I've never been better.