Rebekah, if you are reading this post please STOP now! You may come back and read it after Christmas.
Yesterday was a big day. I finally got Rebekah's Christmas parcel mailed. It might not sound like a big deal, but I was under a deadline. The Canada Post cut-off for getting parcels to South Korea was looming and as of Friday I still hadn't finished her gifts. I did something completely out of character for me and stayed up late (meaning after 10 PM) and knit away into the night until every single item had been cast off.
By the time I got to the post office Saturday morning I was practically delirious. I'm not sure if it was with relief, exhaustion, or a combination of the two. I asked the lady behind me if she would mind taking a picture of me. She gave me an odd look as she reached for my phone, but I was too tired to explain.
That small box is packed with goodness (and a lot of love). Hopefully enough goodness to keep Rebekah from being too sad on what will be her first Christmas away from family. There is a gift from her sister Alexandra, and several things from me. These two come with instructions to unwrap as soon as they arrive. I thought she needed some things to make her apartment look a little Christmassy. It's a candy cane Korknisse and one of the Christmas balls by the famous duo of Arne and Carlos. They are the perfect ornaments for mailing - small, lightweight and unbreakable.
Next up is the project that caused some wailing and gnashing of teeth. It all came out fine in the end, but here's a piece of knitting advice. If you are knitting something that has a chart, and your son comes for a visit, DO NOT keep knitting while you chat. You might make a mistake that means tinking back four rows, resulting in the loss of all gains made that afternoon plus taking up a good chunk of your evening knitting time to fix.
Here is the Woolly Wormhead Mystery KAL hat, hot off the needles and on its way across the Pacific to Rebekah. Note this is the wrong daughter modelling it. Also note it was a bad idea to ask the non-recipient daughter to model it. She liked it so much she has now requested I knit her one of her own. I told her not to mention it again until after Christmas.