I’ve been saving this photo for a long time. It’s of my very first package from my Secret Pal, way back in Knitty.com’s SP5 before participants were required to have blogs. My SP was awesome! She really listened to my preferences and — notice! — sent a great card with a surfer girl on it. The books were inspirational (I think I’ll do separate entries about them in the future) and the yarns were positively yummy. The lovely bumpy ones were part of my huge litter of Knitted Gift Bags a few Christmases ago. I’m still waiting for inspiration to hit for the other skeins.
Nuff for now cuz I’m out of town at my mom’s house. Thank goodness they have a wireless network!
BTW, public thanks are in order for the “strangers” who have been kind enough to comment on my blog. I appreciate your visits, but especially your feedback!
PS. The allusion in my title is Blanch DuBois’ poignant line from Tennesee Williams’ classic play, A Streetcar Named Desire. (It’s meant to be delivered ironically, not as pathetically as from Blanche!)