Well, she's finally finished, my very tall Coffee Pot Person. I'll be honest, which they say is always the best policy. I go back and forth between thinking she's really cool, and thinking she's just too elongated. The DH (that's Dear Husband), on the other hand, walked out onto the deck, where I had stood her, and did a lovely jaw drop and exclamation. "She is great", he said.
"Really? Do you mean that?"
"Of course, I mean it. Why wouldn't I mean it?"
"I was so afraid you'd think she was too big, or stupid, or something." The DH has not been a big fan of big Coffee Pot People. It was truly a surprise that he liked Connie. Oh. Right. Her name is Connie. Forgot to mention that.
"Well, she's really cool," DH reiterated.
I'd definitely welcome other opinions, so here she is, on a friend's doorstep:
A close-up "teaser" followed by a full-length shot:
And another, in front of the neighbor's front arbor:
So I took the little disk out, reading that little label, and thinking, Yeah. Well, we'll see. Wow. A label that actually tells the truth! That buzzing, hand-held, toy-like tool let me take this:
and do this:
It took a little time, for sure, but it did work, and once some of the spines were gone, the bolt cutters could help.
Well, I wanted to put more stuff in this entry, but it's nearly eight in the evening, and I'm hungry. DH and I went out to lunch, so neither of us wants an actual dinner, but the cookies are calling, "Aniiiitra....oh, Aniiiiiitraaa...." Must. Answer. Voices. Coming. From. Kitchen...