After doing live action role playing exams all morning (moulaged volunteers acting as the “accident victims”), I arrived home to a box sitting on the dining room table.
For me – from someone in Berlin. I didn’t order anything from Berlin.
It came in yesterday, the Slugs signed for it and dropped in on the window sill. Today one of them just happened to notice it still sitting there. Figuring if they did not put it on the table today I was never going to see it.
It was my Sock-a-poolza package – taking over a week to travel what is an 8 hour journey. Go figure, I don’t hold stock in DHL or any of the other companies.
and in it – all wrapped up (now, why didn’t I get it together and do wrapping paper and ribbons? Is it because I make sure we have supplies for birthdays – but have a tendency to hand over presents in plastic bags?)
which became –
Isn’t that package wonderful? And socks! Lace socks in my favorite red. Just for me. The pattern is Elfine, which was on my list but haven’t had a chance to try. The sheep is classic Nicki now has a home hanging on the distaff of my spinning wheel. That extra ball of yarn there is a terrific Wollmeise red.
It wasn’t until my socks arrived from Fabienne that I was willing to admit how wonderful it is to have someone knit socks for me. I knit lots of socks, I knit for family and friends. But this is the first time in almost 10 years that someone else has knit for me.
And they are really nice. And comfortable. And red. Did I mention that I really like red?