I spent all my free time this weekend working on Icy. He's starting to come together, though it's taken a lot of stitching.
Here he is, after last weekend's stitching:
And a few minutes ago.
I have to say, he got me through that nail-biter of a Kentucky-North Carolina basketball game. Since I'm a Kentucky graduate, it was my cardio for today. I was a DEVOTED UK fan in college, in the Student Athletics Council for two years, with front-row seats most of those two years. I just adored Kentucky basketball, and it has been a hard 13 years since our last Final 4. It's a beautiful relationship we Kentucky fans have with our team; someone once told me the collective mood of Kentuckians rises and falls with the fortunes of the Wildcats and I believe it's true. When they win, we celebrate as if Big Blue Nation were on the court, but when they lose, when the bus pulls up in front of Memorial Coliseum, we gather like lost souls. Much better this way. This next week is going to be the week of dreams for all the fans, especially the students; this is the week when we think, maybe, just maybe, this is our year. I was in tears the last two minutes of the game, crouched in front of the TV, shushing Left-brain because it's not over til it's over. I've taken a lot of crap from people around here, and it feels like redemption that we won, especially beating the Tar Heels (my apologies to Heels fans, it could have gone the other way, but today was our day, and I think I'm in love with Harrellson).
I hope we all have a week of dreams.