December 26, 2003
While you’re out there in your Conestoga wagon wandering the wilds of the Plains states, getting all Laura Ingalls Wilder on us, I’ve been sitting here in the comfort of my home, patting the surprise visitors who have stopped by in the past few days. Actually, I ate one of them. But more on that later.
Surprise Numero Uno
First to show up, unannounced and unexpected, was a pressie from Emma. This snurgly skein of Colinette–my first ever–will be a friendly pet indeed until I turn it into the garter stitch triangle scarf that Her Emmaness suggests. This pale aqua color is a favorite of mine: cool and icy and warm all at once. Emma, thank you for giving me a new and tasty yarn experience.
Surprise Numero Two
When was the last time you received a Christmas pudding in the mail, straight from London? For me, came on Christmas Eve, in a mysterious box that weighed a ton. It was such a surprise that I burst into tears. A little too much time at the mall that day, clearly.
It was from Polly, whose generosity began with Christmas pudding. (We called it “figgy pudding” all night long and would appreciate some insight from a Briton who could talk us through the figgy pudding/plum pudding/Christmas pudding conundrum). We steamed that sucker for two and a half hours, just as we were told, and the tender dome was universally acclaimed as “Really tasty!” “Not disgusting at all!” and “So British!” It made our Christmas eve dinner very special.
But here’s what really knocked me out: Polly sent this:
which contained these:
And just to make things totally crazy, she threw in this:
The socks and bag we have all watched come into being at All Tangled Up, Polly’s weblog. I marveled at how easily Polly does things like work beads into her knitting. And while I admired these socks as she cranked them out, I know only now that they really are about ten stitches to the inch, with a fantastically intricate lace pattern. I wish I could photograph them properly. And somehow she knew that I am a size ten shoe. It’s all too Rumpelstiltskin to me. Polly is a spectacular knitter. I still can’t get over these beautiful things.
Surprise Numero Three
Then, to top it all off, Clif wanders in with a package today, “Mahommm, you’ve got YARRRRRharrn.” Aara sent two of the eight shades I need to complete my Alice Starmore Fair Isle sweater. Ocean and Seabright. Beautiful. I don’t know if Aara realizes this, but thanks to her, I am a full year ahead of schedule on collecting all these discontinued shades of Scottish Campion.
Seeing these shades with the Old Gold I scarfed in an auction last month gives me a glimpse of Ms. Starmore’s fantastic color sense.
Whoever says Christmas is for kids is nuts. Thank you all for making mine such fun.