I didn't mean to post again so soon. After all, that last post took nearly three months. I really should pace myself.
But today I received the most astonishing thing in the mail, and I had to share it with people who would understand why I'm still nearly speechless.
First, there was an express mail envelope from Japan with all sorts of official-looking boxes and checkmarks and forms and stamps that even baffled my postmistress briefly. And inside, a touching card and exquisitely perfect pair of handknit socks. Made from a wool/cashmere Posh Yarn blend I've been dying to try.
No, this was not a manufacturer's sample and it wasn't something I'd ordered online... this was a totally unexpected gift from someone who lives halfway around the world and has never met me in person.
We met through KR and have emailed over the years, sharing our love of yarn and our desires to turn this love into a career. She was a huge help to me when I edited Knitscene, and apparently I did something to keep her from disliking me immensely because she actually took the time and thought and care to make this lovely, lovely pair of socks, just for me.
For years I've given away handknitted gifts and preached the power of the handknitted gift to anyone who'll listen (or who can't get away fast enough), so you'd think I'd be ready to accept such a gift with composure and grace. But truth be told, this has left me a babbling mess of awe and gratitude and humility. Somehow a simple thank-you card to my friend doesn't possibly do enough honor to the gift. Her beautiful stitches deserve public celebration here.
Thank you, Jun.