I was sitting at home minding my own business a few days ago when there was a mysterious knock on the door. Naturally, I opened it, but no one was there. Just before I came back in the house, I noticed a funny silver package on the step.
It was a strange, poofy, pouchy bag with an incredible address up in the corner. Ooooh–how cool do you have to be to get a package from Kent, England? Very, I’d say. Reminds me of Jane’s line from Pride and Prejudice to her sister Lizzy, “What news from Kent?”
But I digress…
Took me about four and a half seconds to tear that little doo-dad open and pour out…
the softest, the smushiest, the most gorgeous wool yarn I’ve ever touched in my whole life. I’m pretty sure I’m in love.
Look at these fabulous colors!! Just think of the possibilities! In fact, I’d like you to help me think of the possibilities.
What would you do with such a beautiful lot of warm, luxurious loveliness? Tell me–tell me–tell me…