oh mr. mailman, have i told you how much the sound of a big box being dropped off on the porch makes my heart pitter-patter a little faster? i mean, i like most of the mail you bring (i could really do without the bills, but i guess there's no way getting around them) but by far my most favorite thing you bring is a giant brown box with the word "KnitPicks" blazing across the packing tape.
today's big brown box was the largest i have ever received and i felt like a little kid on her birthday. i heard the box "plop" on the porch and ran downstairs, quickly opened the door, yelled, "thank you!" and then dragged it inside. scissors deftly sliced through the tape and then there it was... a big clear plastic bag holding more yarn than i imagined!
Ash had lots of fun helping me sort it on the living room floor, he's at the age (3) where making piles and rows of like colors is both educational and a great way to be mommy's little helper. now i've got to hurry up and finish what's currently on my needles so i can dive into all this yummy wool and cotton.
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