Dear Grumbling Post Patrons,

I understand the feeling when you pull up to the suburban Post Office and there is not a SUV in the lot. And, as you turn off your ignition and bouncily pull yourself from behind the wheel, you break into a wide smile while whistling a peppy tune like “High Hopes” or (for the Gen X-ers) “Allstar”. You open the post office door, feel the chill of the arctic air on your face. This is your day. Your day to get in, get out, and nobody will get hurt.

At first glance, you see the postal workers efficiently processing an order. And a (*AHEM*) young woman standing at the counter,making light conversation with the postal worker. As you get closer, the scene gives way to that of your nightmares. The woman has what appears to be HUNDREDS of bumpy, first class mailers. The postal worker has started to sweat, the smile is all but gone from your face, and the song has left your heart.

Someone stands in line behind you and makes the offhand comment “Getta load of that!”

The floodgates open and you grumble something unrecognizable like “yeah”, “online”, and “dammit!”

More patrons join in the cacophony of grumbling souls and an epic opera is born.

And, I, your fearless maestra, stares forward never making eye contact.

For I am on a mission. A grand and noble mission to bring YARN to the masses! Hand-painted and much loved yarn to places like Juneau, Alaska. Toronto, Ontario (Go Toronto, Go Canada!). Tennessee, Texas (I have many friends in Texas!). Singapore. Wales.

It is a worldwide mission of fiber love, O’ suburban grumblers of the passive aggressive set.

So, let ye’ who grumble be silenced! And, those who pull up to any post office in the state of Maryland and see a silver Scion XB be ware! Mama’s mission o’fiber love is there. And you may have to wait 15 minutes.

Much love and knitting lessons to you!

Mama-E

*PS Club, and Team Knitty 2007 orders are out! Stuff is on the way to the Sweet Sheep.