I've been getting gifts. Little/big gifts. Supremely welcome gifts. Makes me wish I was a better person to deserve them gifts. I mean, how am I going to keep up the appearance of being an angsty, neurotic mess when the universe keeps showering me with rewards for having good taste in friends?
I can't--so today, I'm going to scatter the happy glitter of my gratitude out into the airwaves with a healthy dose of humility: these gifts were awesome--I am not worthy, but I'll accept them anyway.
Roxie sent my kids valentines--adorable Superman valentines, with temporary tattoos. Chicken was charmed, Big T was confused, and the Cave Troll was insistent that his name was KEWYN and not Cave Troll. I don't know what else to call him on the blog--it is a problem--but he was very grateful for the little tattoos. Ladybug does not yet know she has one--Chicken put it on her back, so my baby girl has a temporary tramp stamp. Isn't it awesome how even the smallest gifts keep on giving? Thanks, Roxie--it was a whole lot of fun! (And I'm still a 3rd grader at heart-- I GOT VALENTINES!!!)
Genieve from Oregon (where apparently all good things come from) sent me hand-inked bookplates, decorated with Little Goddess things. I don't know why she did this, but my writing inspired her, and I was not going to look a gift-bookplate in the mouth. She tells me there's another package in the works--I was thrilled enough with this one, I think another one is going to leave me floored!
Donna Lee... okay, I can't even TYPE this without giggling. For those of you who haven't followed Donna Lee's spin-along/knit-along, she has been--along with her Ravelry group--spinning up the same color and knitting up the same pattern in order to see how the individual spinning affected the overall look of the end product. (I got that right, yes?) And... and... (SQUEEEE!!!!) SHE SENT ME THE FINISHED SCARF! I didn't get it until after dark, and I want a good picture so I'm going to see if I can get a shot tomorrow--the color is BLINDING--it's called 'Sunshine of your love' (you know, after the classic rock song? ) and it's like summer in Arizona, right here in the grey-blah Nor/Cal winter. Donna didn't care for the color--and I enthused sincerely over it. Sometimes I just like BRIGHT, you know? Well now I have it, and I've been giggly ever since. And it's DREAMY soft--I wore it on my walk tonight, and it was just WUBBLY. It's funny though--I opened the package and danced around a little and then tried to get the Cave Troll to wear it for a picture.
"No, Mom--it's YOURS."
Well, I guess Donna Lee is right--the color isn't for everyone--but I sure am glad it's for me! Thanks a gazunga, Donna Lee--I'll try for pix tomorrow!
I've got a whole other post planned for tomorrow, that's a little grumpier and a little more neurotic, and I've got a minor rant about the pile of turkey poop on the far end of my walk that I DIDN'T step in and how now I'm having a Monk moment because 'they don't all match' but all that's for tomorrow.
Today, the Universe likes me, and I'm going to sit back and bask in it and return the favor.
Thank you, kind people--you made the world kind and lovely and shining, all on your own. I'm in awe.