I truly don’t know where to start. The water’s fine – let’s say it’s a toasty spa, big enough for all of us – so hop in! There are little trays clipped on each side for your beverage of choice, so settle in and relax… Don’t mind Mugsy. He’s busy trying to give me the cold shoulder.
First up is my latest Loopy Ewepurchase. The photo is a little dark, but the colors are lovely. There’s some Cherry Tree Hill in a colorway I can’t name, because the intended recipient might guess, just by the name. There’s also some Dream In Color Smooshy in Black Parade, which I purchased just because I had to have some Smooshy and I liked those dark colors, oozing from one to the next. Then, there’s the Baby Twist, because I love the brick red color, and because I can’t get enough alpaca. I also had to have the Scotch Thistle Lace Stole pattern, and they threw in a calendar full of cute lambs and such, along with the Loopy Kisses…
Then, there was my much anticipated December Tofutsies Sock Club yarn and pattern, from Carodan Farm. I’ve yet to see a photo online that does this colorway justice. It’s softer than the photos show, but I don’t know how else to describe it.
I couldn’t just get the Tofutsies, so I also ordered some of the Mountain Colors Mountain Goat in Mystic Lake. (It was on sale, you see…) I don’t know what I’m going to do with it, and chasing Sissy around the great room alternating between, “Come here Sissy” and “No! Bad girl!” isn’t inspiring me. I’ve scooped her up, and after cleaning Mugsy’s ears (bless his tolerant heart), she’s considering another nap. I hope she’ll sleep a while, and then we’ll have one more wild round outside and call it a night, I think. Of course, the colors are too vivid here, but you can see all the different hues in there.
Before we move onto the boxes of wonderfulness I didn’t order, we’ll pause for a gratuitous Sissy shot. She’s easy to please; she likes whatever Mugsy’s playing with and boxes. Y’all know the size of that box. Let’s come back to it in about four months, shall we? I predict Missy Sissy, Princess of Poo (her names for today) will crush said box, if we can even see it around her almost adult form. You don’t know how I cherished to the two minutes of not worrying about where she was or what she was plotting while she sat on the box and chewed…
Everybody shift to the left. (Come on Jessi; be a sport and let someone else sit in the full body massage seat, will you?) Yes, it’s fair to pick on Jessi, because she knows she’s in great favor in our house! Look at the Christmas goodies she sent us!
I have my own Party Pooper! (Sissy hasn’t done that in the house; she’s being VERY easy to housebreak!) The Knight has TWO boxes of Raisinettes, one of which went to the firehouse tonight. Crowned Prince Mugsy the Patient has enjoyed crunching the very cute treats – tasty, he says – and Sissy attacks my face when I use the yummy lip balm. There’s much more there, including a mug that will serve my “quality” coffee at work, and another BEAUTIFUL pair of needles, way in the back. I have to say again how blessed I feel to have made some incredible friends this year, just because Anne all but browbeat me into blogging and swapping! Thanks Jessi girl, from all of us!!
The last package was a first, I believe. Mugsy has always gotten Christmas, birthday, Easter and who knows what else presents, sometimes wrapped with a tag, but dear Donnaand her beautiful Oliver sent him his own package! I’m sure the Postal employees thought nothing of Master Mugsy ____ receiving a package, but it was a delightful little pick-him up!
Again, the photo could be better, but look! Truly beautiful note cards, three different gorgeous cottons, treats galore so Mugsy can willingly share, a little baby which Mugsy will be given the chance to enjoy first, although I predict he’ll let Sissy have it, a pretty cloth, some chocolate for me (a brand I’ve not tried, but I can’t wait, and it’s in my beloved mint), and a pretty ornament I managed to nearly cut out of the photo altogether, because I was distracted by Sissy, of course. Shopping for Oliver and Donna sure was a great start to finding my holiday spirit, and receiving the box surely helped maintain the joy I found a few days ago.
Anyone speak Yiddish? I hear there’s a name (?) close to Freyda that means Joy…