Twice I’ve seen something posted on a friend’s blog and they say something like This is for a friend but I can’t say just yet because it’s a surprise. and I’ve hoped it was me only to have the pleasure of holding whatever it was in my hands a few days later. Thank you Anina for the beautiful gift you sent:
I saw this bag and secretly hoped it was for me — I mean Anina had no real reason to send it to me but I thought she might be sending me a thank you for a little something I sent her. It arrived at the perfect time since I was dealing solo with a barfy baby — poor Papa was at a farm an hour away for a four-year-old birthday party and he’s extremely allergic to horses — and needed a little pick me up. Would you like to see what was inside?
Anina, did you remember that I swooned over these? I let Katrina open the bag when she got home from the horse adventure and she said, Mommy, can you share these strawberries with me? Let’s hang one on your dresser and two on mine. That’s my girl.
The other time this happened was when Martha posted a photo of some hand-dyed yarn and it turns out it was for me. And speaking of that yarn, I’ve finally figured out what I want to do with it and it’s something for me. This is my gauge swatch, I’m so glad it’s mine.