My poor family. For the last two weeks I was channeling my inner Bart Simpson*:
Last night as The Bee and I were picking up items at the market, Mom called me to inform me that there was a package for me and it was heavy. Could it be my haul...? It was!
I tore through the box, excited about what I would find. There were the balls of yarns, magazines, hooks, everything as pictured. Kathryn also enclosed a handwritten note congratulating me on my win and loads of books with ideas for me to use.
|Kathryn wrote a book that she shared with me!|
|Look at all of this fiber goodness|
|Caught in the act!|
Tonight I am going to get down and crafty. I am so, oh so excited!
More later after I figure what I make first!
Aside: I totes miss old Simpsons.