Orange You Glad?!

I am.  I am so thoroughly blessed with more GOOD, TRUE friends than one girl deserves, including a couple of silly ones who keep me laughing, and keep me on my toes.

All of the orange

At some point over the weekend, Kathy emailed me and warned  let me know that I had two packages coming, one from her, and the other from Anita.  My instructions were to refrain from opening either package until both arrived.  Kathy’s arrived to taunt me on Monday, and Anita’s finally arrived yesterday.  (She said she was going to hold hers a while to make me suffer!)

Kathy even wrapped hers in ORANGE tissue paper.  You won’t see the paper in more photos, because while I was staging something else, Sissy decided the paper was her treat, and trotted it down into the pen.

The paper thief returning from enjoying her spoils

Inside was my favorite project bag, in a very orange pattern, complete with an orange ribbon closure.  Accompanying it was the orange novelty yarn I expected.  Well, no…  I didn’t expect ORANGE novelty yarn, but I figured they were going to shower me in novelty yarn, since my excuse     reason for not participating in our little Duster Wig KAL was because I had no fun fur.

Anita sent me a cute little bag with just a hint of orange.  I chided her; my first go at Noro Kureyon was certainly much more ORANGE than that, and likely caused my strong dislike for the color.  (I swear to you that upon examining the skein in the store, it looked more pink, yellow, purple and blue…)

Hmmm… do click back to that very early post and the bag I remember as being glaringly orange.  Funny how the memory paints with its own brush.

Anyhooo, Anita also made me my own obnoxious orange and strong yellow happy flowers.  They’ll make me laugh and think of her and of Kathy every time I see them, which will be daily, as the magnets are on the fridge.  Rest assured, I will use these stitch markers too, as there’s no way they’ll EVER blend in with any yarn I’m knitting!

Good times, good friends.  Pranks and gag gifts.   Just remember ladies, both of you will be under my roof later this year.   Don’t blame me if Sissy decides to visit you in the middle of the night, right after she’s filled those jowls up with cool, wet water…