Who do you suppose this quaint old woman is? Could it be: the ghost of my Danish great-grandmother Stina Carlsen, huddling at Ellis Island circa 1895, clutching her prized heirloom shawl?
Close, but actually it’s me, Grandma Stina’s namesake (fun fact: my middle name is Kirstine). And that is in fact a prized heirloom shawl, but it is a brand new one that was sent to us — to YOU and ME, baby — as a gobsmackeroonee surprise from our favorite Knitting Man AND our favorite Dane: Thomas!!!!
(Reader Note: We love all the Knitting Men, and all our Danish friends, very very much. But Thomas made us this shawl. We hope you’ll understand.)
This was the very last package I received, the day we moved out of our old apartment. Thomas sent 2 startling acrylic squares:
Lemme tellya: after the Acrylic I’ve Seen, it takes a lot to rattle me. There was also a lovely wool square, as you can see. And then there was a Mysterious Bundle, swaddled in a dishtowel. (I will admit to thinking, “Yay! Edibles!”) Imagine my shock and awe upon opening the bundle and finding this example of the highest level of our craft:
Here’s another view:
In his accompanying note, Thomas explained that he chose us to receive this stunning shawl because of our work on the Afghanalong for Afghans project. That gave me a moment of farklemptitude. The Afghanalong has been its own reward, in so many ways. (Which is not to say we’re giving back the shawl!) Thomas also made it very clear that the shawl is for both of us, and that he is not about to get involved in how we work that little detail out. I don’t know about you, but I’m putting a call in to the estate planning people. (1-800-mineallmine.)
Thomas, what can we say? Thank you times infinity!