hand eye crafts

In quite a few ways, Marin is someone I’d like to be.    Or like to be like.  And who’d've thought I found her by combing through Robin’s blogroll?

I won a Haiku contest on Marin’s blog.  The prize: a pair of handknit socks.  But it seems that Anti M had a few other things she’d been meaning to send me, so they all got placed in a Priority Mail box which arrived at my door yesterday:

The cards cover everything from Anniversary through Mother’s Day.

Rupert showed particular interest in Pepe’s Guide to Life.  (Which Briton later read from, in a spot-on King Prawn accent.)

Here are the awesome socks (knee-highs, thank you very much) along with some yarn in the (what else?) “Lust” colorway.

But was that all?  Oh, nonononono:

What about the obligatory knitter-to-knitter chocolate?

Now, you may not be able to read the label on the lovely little pig:

That’s right: chocolate and bacon.  Now, I’ll be straight up honest and admit to breaking off a dainty back foot to try this combination.  And while it didn’t knock off my socks (Marin-made or otherwise), that may be due as much to the fact that the chocolate is dark, and I much prefer milk.  But it’s a flying pig, and she’s lovely, and we’re keeping her.

Then, the “odd extras”:

Hannah grabbed the maraca:

While I was happy to have a new, sturdy, compass-encrusted carbiner to replace an aging and un-springy one:

What?  Don’t act surprised at my key chain.  Not if you’ve read more than, oh, 3 posts around here.  So I’ve got more “things” than “keys.”  So what?

Marin still likes me.