Every copy of Phoebe's Sweater passes through the hands of the author (me) or the illustrator (my husband) at some point. Books go out to yarn shops, reviewers, book distributors, friends, family, individual customers, and Amazon... but they all start off here at our home studios. Some are carried by Fed Ex or UPS, some are dropped off in person, some go out in boxes of yarn, some are picked up at the front porch by our awesome mail carrier John, and some go by buggy to our neighborhood post office. Today I had a couple of special book orders to ship, and had a lovely walk with our youngest to the post office. I have been cherishing our walks together of late, as I know it will not be long before he is too big for the buggy. I wonder what the neighborhood will think of me when I push a childless pram full of boxes to the post office? The nice thing about being a writer/artist couple is that you can get away with stuff like that.
To make this the perfect trip to the post office, there was a package waiting from me! Here you see the stunning fabric that I received... I had to tear it open right there in the lobby. I can't tell you yet what I am going to do with it, but I can tell you it will be a part of our next book, Freddie's Blanket. Did I happen to mention that I was excited about this? Just checking.