A Bluestocking Knits

Our shipment from Hong Kong finally arrived!  The girls were so excited that they leapt and cried out with delight every time they saw something emerge from its box, no matter what it was.  Daddy’s hiking boots got the same glorious welcome as did their Barbies, their school uniforms, and the box of play food and dishes.

Since we were there in Hong Kong at the time of our ninth anniversary, and the traditional gift for that year is china, we had bought ourselves a vase from Wah Tung in the Queen’s Road East — lucky red, with the double happiness character forming part of the decoration.  ("Mommy! your red thing!  It’s here!")

I was surprised to find that our book collection had apparently expanded while we were gone, as despite our having taken a good couple of boxes with us, there was no room on the shelves for them when I tried to put them back.  Curious.

I took a couple of minutes to fondle my new yarn stash, and its new home.  Did I say fondle? I mean caress.

So the afternoon was spent, by me, in putting things away (taking the opportunity to rearrange the kitchen drawers as well) and, by the girls, in playing with all of the things they haven’t seen for a month.  You’d think it had been a year, such was their joy.  Double happiness, indeed!