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!
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.