So I get the box in the mail. From the outside you wouldn't think it was an especially extraordinary box. But you'd be oh so wrong. Behold, all the wonders bestowed upon me by the lovely, the miraculous, Donna!
There was Cotton:
There was Honey:
There was (gasp!) Yak fibre and a hair/shawl pin made from himalayan ebony:
Block printed stationary and stitch markers :
Full view with extras of salt scrub (silver thing) and the Dyer's Garden book, which I have been coveting for who knows how long. Also, a wonderful bag Donna made for me, with wool she dyed herself. I've been using it to carry knitting, and totally love the alpaca.
And not shown here, but so very very much appreciated, were blocking wires from knitpicks! The mailperson (to be pc) hid them from me among the boxes in the carport, so the pleasure was slightly delayed. I can block my shawls properly now! I'm not sure anyone's ever spun me a better daydream than this!