Oh Mr. Postman... Is there some yarn- oh yeah- in your bag for me?

I love receiving post. Real post, not bills, and offers for free cars, or $500,000 personal loans. To me, real post is defined as: anything that contains stuff I want. Huge fan of this kind of post. I love that brief feeling of "Huh, I wonder what this is?" that turns to joy when you open said package and discover the goodies inside.

When I was in an eBay mood, I would go through periods of ordering several lots of books at a time (this was before I met yarn) and I was giddy every time a package arrived. Which lot would this be? How many books would it have? Did the seller gift wrap them just to give me an extra thrill?

That last thing- that NEVER happened. At least not until yesterday when this arrived:


From Brooke, my yarn (which arrived FOUR DAYS after I ordered it- talk about service!) was beautifully hidden in pink tissue and ribbons. Yes, you can tell my level of excitement- I stopped opening to grab the camera and TAKE A PICTURE. I'm a little deranged.

However, inside the package it got even better. Behold the yarn:



Isn't it gorgeous? Look at those colors. And it's so soft and merino-y. Sigh.

Also included was a teeny-tiny sachet of lavender. Look how small:


(Pointer finger used as size comparison- also to say "Brooke's number one!")

So yesterday was an excellent start to the week. Because there was a present. In the mail. To me. From me. To me. Hahahaha.

What? What did you say about my Sockret Pal? About yarn for her next package? About the season of giving? About choosing the colors with her in mind? Hmm? I'm sorry I can't hear you; I've got two beautiful hanks of yarn pressed to my ears. LALALALALA.

(Weird note about Blogger: when I spell check it catches words like "knitter" "crocheter" "merino" and "hank." What word does it accept? eBay. What?!)