Good Things Come...

To those who whine a lot. Really.

I was whining to Julie the Samurai Knitter about not having a bag to carry my stuff to dr's appointments or anywhere else that requires a wait. So I toddle out to the mailbox and there's this tacky green envelope wedged in like a herd of clowns in a clown car. Inside is the most GORGEOUS hand-knit and felted bag. Picture and Pattern of bag here I am truly blessed to have such a gifted and generous friend. THANK YOU, JULIE!!!!!

In other news...My mother-in-law can walk on stilts. Yes, really. The things we learn in the course of a day. K-man got to attend school in the one-roomed school house in town. Of course, there was much whining when I produced the basket for his lunch ("I'm NOT taking my lunch in a BASKET! What will the kids on the bus say?") We were allowed to use paper products, though, so I used a bag and away he went.

We were invited to have lunch with the kids, and during recess they were playing with old-fashioned toys, like the hoop and stick, and stilts. I look and my MIL is hobbling across the lawn on them. She did it several times after that--I think she had fun. She and I could open circus side-show acts. I'll juggle, she can walk on stilts. We'll make a mint.