Knit City

I am a terrible, horrible very bad blogger. I am sorry for the lack of updates, particularly when my Secret Pal sent me a lovely package featuring a gorgeous handknit Branching Out that really must be photographed and displayed. Unfortunately, I've been swamped with work, both the kind I get paid for, and the kind I do for fun. I'm still posting a lot on Pop Vultures, as that is my Blog Baby Sadly, it means that this blog has been even more neglected than it usually is.

It doesn't help that, by the time I get home each night, it's pitch dark outside and there is no acceptable lighting in my dark house to photograph my knitting.

I was punished for my slacking and excuse-making in a most fitting way, however. Last weekend, I received a notice from the post office that they had a package for me. Now, I'm always excited to receive mystery packages, so off I ran to the post office. Indeed, they had a brilliant package for me: seventeen skeins of red Rowan wool! Woot!

The interesting part was that I didn't order it. I had a mysterious benefactor! A yarn fairy! Could it be that my Secret Pal had taken complete leave of her senses and decided I needed £80 worth of wool? Unlikely. Had one of my friends taken pity on my permanent state of poverty and sent me a care package? Doubtful. There was no note, no card, nothing...it was a mystery.

I briefly considered just leaving it as is, since it seemed my donor meant to be anonymous, but it was far too generous a gift to be unacknowledged. I phoned up Get Knitted, who'd sent the package, and asked if they could at least give me a hint where it had come from. They, unfortunately, had no idea.

I was passed to the next person in the customer service hierarchy. They were fairly convinced I'd bought it myself. Although the idea of a yarn shopping blackout appeals, as it would certainly absolve the shopper of any guilt, I was certain that was not the case here. So I was passed along again, and again, until at last the truth was revealed.

It wasn't my yarn.

They'd made a mistake. I had no yarn fairy, after all. In fact, they would be sending a return envelope and would I please post it back to them? With a last, longing look at the gorgeous red wool that would never be mine, I reluctantly agreed. Easy come, easy go.

I could have used it for some Christmas knitting, too, but that should be another post. One I will hopefully write sometime before the end of the year.