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?
