All I did was say the magic word: Thrummed.
And I didn't even know it was magic. I used the word in a blog posting in July, when I was talking about my overloaded brain, how it thrummed when I tried to sleep, and kept me awake.
But Rudee read that posting and something quite different happened to her brain: She suddenly wanted to knit me a pair of mittens. It's like I hypnotized her, or something. (Thrum...thrum....thrum... is it working? Do you all suddenly have an overwhelming and inexplicable desire to send me presents?)
Thrummed, in her vocabulary, is a cool kind of mitten that is stuffed full of warm cozy fuzz. At least, that's how I interpret it, based on what she sent me.
Let me back up.
The mailman came. (The peculiar one, the mailman who left us poetry one year, and wears a dead rabbit on his head.) He left this inside the door:
Inside, was this:
Here's a close-up of the note, which is not entirely accurate. (I am not ready for winter.)
The boys were most interested in this:
...but I was more interested in these:
Thrummed mittens! They are very warm, and amazingly soft inside, all stuffed with warm white cotton. They fit as though they were made for me. Oh, wait, they were--handmade by Rudee. My hands are going to be very, very happy inside those.
If you want to know more about how she made then, check out this entry on her blog. And then go back and read the whole thing. She's a lot more than just a knitter. (Though I'm glad at the moment that is a knitter.)
She also included a pink ribbon key chain, which was very thoughtful, in honor of my sister.
What a tremendous package! I am still not ready for winter. But my hands are. THANK YOU, RUDEE!
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