"Yes sir, yes sir..."

"...Three bags...""...FULL..."...of Malabrigo.

This turned up on my doorstep mere minutes ago. Once again, neither Schnecke nor Bubo can believe how much complimentary yarn nice people will send me to play with. Perhaps "play with" isn't the best choice of phrase -- more like work with. As I have no less than two new patterns coming out in Malabrigo Book Four I will most definitely have my work cut out for me.

Now if you'll excuse me -- I have a pile of yarn to play with.

14 comments:

Unknown said...

you are one lucky woman ;-) Enjoy!

Cara said...

Funny, at first glance I thought they were potato chip bags! The yarn makes me more jealous than chips would. Have fun!!

Anonymous said...

Very nice!

I am going to make some Swedish Fish socks soon. Thanks for the lovely pattern! Can't wait to see your Malabrigo creations.

Cambria said...

Shut the Front Door!

Unknown said...

I love the owl.

Anonymous said...

let's talk about my foot measurements.

Bgstoner said...

Oh my! O_O I wish I had complementary yarn showing up. My husband on the other hand would not enjoy it. Less room for his LEGO sets. :)

Love the William It Was Really Nothing socks by the way.

Bonnie said...

Wow. Wow wow wow. That's great!

Voie de Vie said...

Would love the power to divert your packages my way. :)

Have fun playing ... er ... designing!

Cakewalk Yarns said...

that's almost as good as hitting the power ball! Have fun.

Audry said...

I was only mildly jealous until I saw the word "complimentary". Then the green eyed monster decided to put its arm around my shoulder. All I can think is "How can I get in on that?"
I look forward to seeing your designs!

Barbara Prime said...

Wow, that must be awesome. Being a mainly self-published designer, I buy nearly all the yarn for my patterns. The few times I've received free yarn to knit a design, I feel like I've won a prize!

Anonymous said...

you are. so. incredibly. lucky. mmm, delicious, buttery malabrigo...

rams said...

Well, it ain't luck,kid -- it's hard work and hustle. But I'm still in awe of the sweetness of your readers -- if I were at home in Kalamazoo I'd be on I-94 headed hell-for-leather for Windsor.