In the wake of my last (hopefully) thought-provoking, but not really cheery post, time to take a happier track. Make that, joyous.
Generally speaking, knitters are some of the nicest people in the world. In my experience, we operate on a “pay it forward” sort of system, reaching out to assist one another or treat one another at any random turn. Early deposits in the karma bank, so to speak.
Even so, I have had two recent occasions to be flat-out bowled over and virtually speechless at the generosity of my fellow knitters.
As mentioned last week, Minh-of-the-legendary-stash somehow pulled my name to win her blog contest. This is what showed up chez Owl:
Two skeins of Green Mountain Spinnery New Mexico Organic. The label of this DK-weight wool says it is soft enough for baby or next-to-skin wear. They are not kidding. This is quite likely the softest wool I have ever touched. And Minh well knows my fondness for GMS yarn (since I’ve relieved her stash of some before). Speaking of that – and of generosity, this is also the place to mention that the last time I bought yarn from Minh for a Knitter’s Review contribution, I purchased five skeins and she sent six. But I digress …
In the center, that is indeed Wollmeise. The stuff that has knitters and yarn collectors in quite a tizzy. And it’s in my favorite colors.
(I. Am. Dumbfounded.)
And, finally, SweetGeorgiaYarns Silk Lamb Lace in Honey Fig. A double skein, no less.
“Thank you!” seems oddly inadequate.
So, too, with my swap partner TulipLynn in the Sundara Yarn Love Spring Swap on ravelry. This is the part where I am rather embarrassed at my own performance. I had never participated in a swap like this before, and I really didn’t know whether (or how far) people went over-the-top. So my well-intentioned but straight-along-the lines package seems terribly miserly by comparison to this:
In retrospect, I think I have it figured out now: it’s like The Law of Sock Yarn. Sock yarn doesn’t count in stash. Or at least that’s what I’ve always been told. That must also be the case with various little gifties one squirrels away for another knitter’s rainy day. Thus, it doesn’t “count” per se.
Now I know better.
I’m still rather speechless, though.