I’m glad I FedExed that shawl.
That yarn that was so (for me, anyway) heavy and that made such a thick warm shawl? Especially with all that alpaca blended in with the soft wool and silk?
It was delivered to John, and then by him that day to the recipient, on a day in southern Mississippi where it was snowing.
Which happens, he told me, once or twice a decade there.
Perfect.
I’d only had 500 yards, so it had come out a bit short; I mentioned to John I’d been a little concerned about that. I got told, she’s “little–I mean TINY!”
Perfect.
I’d been a little worried about the colorway–earthy tones, something that would look much better on someone with color to them rather than pale.
John laughed. The woman was a very dark-complexioned African-American.
Perfect.
He said they didn’t stay to watch her reveling in it; she was ecstatic, she loved it, but could barely stand up long enough to tell him so, and they wished her a happy day and let her be. But, as you can imagine, he and his missionary companion came away ecstatic themselves at seeing how very happy she was over being thought of (I did, and I prayed for her, even though I had no idea who she might be out there) and knit for and warmth to wrap around her on such a cold day and all these pretty colors and knitted leaves and autumn glory…
That yarn knew what it was doing when it leaped in my hands and demanded to be bought and knit, NOW.
And I can’t begin to tell you how glad I am that I did. Merry Christmas just cannot get merrier than that.