Oh no ewe didn’t

This is a dramatization of actual events in my household today, starting with a typical exchange in which I ask my husband if any mail arrived.

“Did we get any good mail today?”
“No, just the usual.”

*** hours pass; hubs comes to me with a package ***

“This came for you.”
“You told me nothing good came.”
“I forgot.”

Of course, this has me wondering whether there’s a stash of forgotten packages somewhere in this house.

Anyway… the package contained prezzies from a faraway land, from my friend Ewenique.

Gifts from Ewe

We have a very pretty Christmas card, some chocolates, a tea strainer (because this American barbarian didn’t own one), sticky notes, wee note cards, crane scissors (just like my grandmother’s, you have no idea how special this is!), beautiful cotton yarn, and a pair of gorgeous handmade bags. I love bags. Thank you so much, Ewenique!

I have to do these pictorials whenever Ewenique sends me something, because they’re so thoughtfully put together and really fun to touch and look at. I am truly fortunate to have a friend like her. :)

Now you’ve gone and done it

Once again, my friend Ewenique has stunned me with her generosity and creativity. She sent a wonderful Christmas gift from across the pond and I love it, despite the efforts of Royal Mail and/or the United States Postal Service to delay and destroy it. Just look!


Let’s see. There are some chocolate macaroons (completely uncrumbly, I might add), and a sweet little case that’ll be great for stitch holders. My jaw just about hit the floor when I saw the Wollmeise yarn, but even that was overshadowed by the splendid box bag. (Wollmeise upstaged? Yes!)

It was all accompanied by a lovely card and a Silly Bandz (dragonfly-shaped to match the zipper pull on the bag, naturally). Even the wrapping paper was amazing. Ewenique, I am thoroughly delighted and enchanted by your gift and by the fact you made that bag for me. Thank you. It’s perfect!

My husband gave me a strange look when I started hugging the bag with a blissful smile. But you understand, don’t you?