The gift of yarn
I cannot express how relaxing my trip was. I slept 9 1/2 straight hours the first night in my girlhood bed. In contrast, last night I woke up about 63 times. And I was completely spoiled rotten by my family. Like blocking board, flower-print tool set and lots of jewelry spoiled. And brand new SWIFT spoiled! And though it's probably tacky to show off your presents, I've decided that it's acutally rude for me not to publicize them.
What's encircling the beautiful swift? It's a skein of the softest, most fabulous alpaca I've ever touched. Your hands even feel great after touching it. It's called Joseph Galler Prime Alpaca, and I don't know who Joseph Galler is, but he makes some nice yarn. Even though I'm usually dubious of Lion Brand, I am considering knitting up this with the yarn. Or would that be a waste? (I picked up the alpaca with a gift certificate from my cousin to Knit Wits, my hometown's local yarn store. If you ever find yourself in Greensburg, Pa., which I realize is unlikely, you need to stop in. The owners are downright neighborly.)
My family also showered me with other knitterly gifts. Mom bought me the "In Stitches," while my cousin found me some knitting fiction.
And since so many of you humored me about the ornaments on our crooked little tree in Brooklyn and my need to tell stories about all of them, I thought I'd share a few from my parent's tree. This is my favorite ornament. It was from Avon, of all places, but something about Santa's deadpan expression really speaks to me, every year.
And this is my mom's favorite ornament. (Well, this one and the same ornament featuring my brother.) I made it in my kindergarten class by wrapping yarn around the lid of a can. See, crafty at a young age!