Waiting for yarn

When I was a kid, I waited anxiously for my box of Nancy Drew books to arrive.  Every other month or so, a new stash of new books showed up.  Nothing was better.

It's sort of like that now, only now I'm waiting for German yarn.  Even though the post person knows by now that he/she doesn't need a signature, that he/she (I have both, a male & female postperson) can drop the white bag(s) on the red bricks by our turquoise front door, I still don't want to be in the shower or out around the time mail's delivered.

When I hear the slippery plop of bags that came all the way from Germany, that rode in trucks and on planes, and then a minivan from the post office, I feel a slight thrill.  I may not rush to the door like I did in the old days, when the yarn was first arriving.  But I'm still thrilled. And then, inside, I slit open the bag, let the contents slip onto the table--an inner paper bag, invoice, pattern and mini-bag of Gummy Bears--and then open the paper bag. Usually I do this part slowly.  I want to savor.  I don't always know what I'm getting, especially if I ordered a grab bag. In some ways, grab bags are best because you only have a general idea of what you're going to get. The next time an order arrives--hopefully in the next day or two--I'll photograph all parts and show you.

In the meantime, isn't this just the most colorful yarn you've ever seen?