Yesterday was a long day. It was a productive and fruitful day, but none-the-less, it was a full and tiring day. After work on Mondays I drive directly to my knitting group meeting spot without stopping, without passing go. Most of the other knitters are either retired or with flexible schedules so by the time I arrive, they are all settled in and working feverishly. So I hate to waste time getting there.
Like I said, it's a good day, a fun day, but a long day. Last night after an eight-hour workday, several hours of my knitting group, a loooooong drive home (seriously this yarn shoppe is in the middle of no man's land), I hauled all of my loot and my tired body into the house. I dumped my armloads of knitting stuff, work stuff, and sundry stuff and prepared to make a snack. (I have become my grandmother, considering a bowl of cereal a well-rounded supper.)
I was interupted in my snacking when I spied not one, but two packages with my name on them. Could it be, delivery came early? Could it be that I deserved not one, but two packages for me, little old me?
I forgot all about my bowl of cereal and started to tear in. I just grabbed whichever one was on to and went at it: inside the first large white envelope I discovered a hanging circular needle holder in Batik fabrics, expertly crafted by Seamstress J. No more tangled needles for me. No more cursing the needle gods.
I was then onto my next prize. What, such a large box, whatever could be inside. Jenny from the Blog had been very good to me, I could tell just from the weight of the package. I tore in to find, neatly wrapped in tissue, lots of new music. I mean LOTS and as an added surprise: three types of tea. I could envision myself sipping my hot tea listening to new music.
I sat down to admire my bounty. Now I had to get to work. I had to arrange those needles, brew that tea and pop in those CDs. Heaven awaited.
Muchos gracias to both of the senders. You made my day, if not my week or month. Thank you.
With all of that good mail energy, I finished a hat I started last night. I won't bore you with it, but you can find it in the finished objects section at the right.
The photo above is of a flower in my office. I offer it as proof that the plants I recently received are alive and well. Not sure what kind of plant this is, but it is faring well. . . so far.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
You've got mail
So sayeth Ragged Around the Edges at Tuesday, February 07, 2006
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4 comments:
What a beautiful flower!
I so love getting packages! Any kind of mail really... makes me want to sing (but then what doesn't). Brown paper packages tied up with string, these are a few of my favorite things.
Putting that box full of stuff together was fun! I'm glad you liked it. Did you notice how completely white trash and non-Martha the packaging job was? You're lucky I didnt wrap it in duct tape. :)
When I was little I used to sit by the window waiting for the mailman to arrive. I used to get letters from friends from camp (pre-internet) and I just couldn't wait for the mail to arrive. I know exactly how you were feeling because whenever I get something personal in the mail (not bills) I am all giddy...
Pretty flower, but did you ever see Darby O'Toole and the Little People? Every time I look at that flower it reminds me of the banshee (sp?) in the movie. See it's hooded head tilted downward, and it's flowing robes moving on the wind? And no, I've not had anything to drink. Yet. If I keep looking at the banshee I might have to.
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