Swapperific

Best swap package. Ever.

Keri of Knitty Gritty Thoughts has initiated me into the world of swapping and I may become a junkie. She's totally spoiled me!

Look at all this fun stuff! I love everything. First, the yarn. G-o-r-g-e-o-u-s. It's Shaefer Yarn's Andrea - over 1000 yards of the softest laceweight silk. Not easy to find, even in NYC! The color is Greenjeans, and the tag says it's "one of a series of colors developed just for kids - or for the child in you." Why this is the case is unclear because the colors form a sophisticated blend of pale teal, violet and sage. Just beautiful! I can't wait to use it. It will be reserved for an extra special project, TBD.

Next, Soak wool wash in a lovely scent I've never smelt before. I look forward to trying this in place of Eucalan (sometimes I'm just not in the mood for lavender, you know?). Plus there is chocolate and chai tea (which I love) and adorable embroidery patterns and a teeny tape measure.

Oh! And don't let me forget the beautifully crafted bag in which I can tote my favorite magazines (and knitting) to the coffee shop. I love the patterns, love the dimensions, love the whole thing!

Thanks Keri!



Now, in case you were under the crazy impression that something could actually arrive at my door via the U.$. Postal Service without a hitch, let me disabuse you of this notion. This box of goodies actually made its appearance last Thursday, but no one was home to sign and I was left a pink slip. The slip indicated if I signed and left for the postman, he would bring back my package. I left it on Friday but one of my [helpful?] neighbors brought it back inside the building before the mail was delivered. I left it on Saturday, and it disappeared, with no sign of my package. I finally called the P.O. on Thursday inquiring about its whereabouts, and the guy actually laughed at me when I told him I'd signed and left the pink slip, as said slip instructed. "You left the slip?!" He said, incredulous, "That NEVER works!" Thank you Mr. Postman. So then I called the automated 800 number of the good old U$P$ and it told me my package was returned to sender. Then I called the P.O. back to chew them out over this and they discovered my package, right there, undelivered. And so, I went there this morning and waited on line for 1/2 hour, all the while watching this TV they've installed which spews amateur videotape propaganda of people saying how great the post office is. All's well that ends well though, because I have my box, and a new story about the mail.