A box of socks
I
am mailing my socks at 5:30 p.m. from the 24 hour post office (the advantage of working in a large city). The socks are wrapped in pretty tissue paper, which I got from Papyrus. Included may be a tasty treat, a bit of paper goodness, a card, or some thoughts about socks and fit and the strange fear when you want to knit with perfection. My pal should be getting her socks by the beginning of next week.
But probably not.
The box, which I got from Michael's, is shaped like a book. I rub-and-buffed it with some antique gold and applied some origami paper. Then I wrote on it. It looked a lot better before I used squeeze tube paints to write socks.
I only made the origami paper bands go across the front and the spine, because my package of origami paper only had one sheet of each pattern. The box has been drying for about 48 hours (the paint suggested 72 for fabrics).
I'm fairly happy with both the socks and the packaging. I will probably check in later this week (and again next week) to see if anyone needs a sock savior. Otherwise, I'll have to go back to knitting socks for myself.
While I am at the post office, I'm also going to mail my Squatty Sidekick bag to my mom. Inside is my very late father's day card (I did call at least!), a card/letter for my mom, a cow lightup keychain, a mad cow disease, and some cow clips. It is a veritable cow-ucopia. My mom almost got a cow ice cream scoop thrown into the bargain. My sock pal should be grateful that she has not exhibited a love of cows, because we seem to know how to find them here.
