Christmas morning, this is what I found...
At the door...
And down the hall...
And in the kitchen...
Kevin (a.k.a. Love of my Life) was "perplexed" by all of this, but shrugged and got down to the business of Christmas morning. And a lovely Christmas morning it was...
...until almost everything was opened, and then he "heard something" in the basement and went to "investigate".
After dramatic commotion downstairs and an apparently valiant struggle on the part of the "intruder", Kevin came upstairs with this:
I didn't really understand why there were hooks on his back, until the Mexican Hat Dance started to play (loudly) in the living room.
Dudes, it was a SHAUN THE SHEEP PINATA.
He MADE me a PINATA.
There was about 20 minutes of hysterical laughter on my part, and then the destruction of Kevin's carefully crafted paper mache Shaun the Sheep began in earnest (in fairness, I had a hunch at what kind of gifts might have been wrapped into a sheep pinata and the destruction didn't take very long at all. There's video. I'm not sharing it here. Suffice to say I was not at my most ladylike.)
I was right about the contents.
And it wasn't just any yarn.
Wollmeise. Gorgeous, unattainable, precious, oft-compared-to-crack Wollmeise. There is a veritable cult around this stuff. It's made in Germany, and new stock usually sells out of the online shop within 3-4 minutes of being added. You cannot get it. And when I first said these things to Kevin sometime last summer... well, let's just say that Kevin loves a challenge.
Not only did he craft an elaborate 2-day build up to the unveiling of a paper-mache sheep that took him a couple of sleepless nights to build. He joined Ravelry (to all of you who helped a myterious forum-member who called himself "Centrino", thank you thank you thank you). He emailed Claudia. He stalked the forums and EBay. He stayed up to catch the site update. He emailed de-stashers. And over the past 2-3 months, he got his hands on 15 skeins.
I am so loved. (Plus, I have Wollmeise.)
