Today I received a package from Amazon.com. I wondered, "What the hell is this?" and then I remembered. Almost two months ago I had a friend order me some knitting books as my birthday present from him.
That's right, TWO MONTHS!
I'd completely forgotten about them, but when they showed up I knew instinctively that these were it. These were my first knitting books that anyone else had ever bought for me. (Also, I only had one other book about knitting so this is a fairly large addition to my personal knitty library.)
In the past two hours, I have devoured 133 pages of Yarn Harlot: The Secret Life of a Knitter and after that I am going to read The Sweater Workshop cover to hardcover. (That's right, I have a hardcover copy of The Sweater Workshop. I think I might squee I'm just so happy.)
Two months, and they had only shipped about three days ago. Two months my books sat aronud waiting to join up. Friggin'fraggin'backorders...