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Apr. 8th, 2008 09:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogI have been too busy to write much today; I've been trying all day to talk about the fantastic present someone gave me!
Just as I was getting into bed last night,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moiracoon said "Oh, you have a package downstairs!" A package? I wasn't expecting anything. I went downstairs to the living room and retrieved a squarish box, perhaps 2 inches by 2 inches by a foot. I didn't recognize the name or place in the return address. I brought it back upstairs and sat down in bed after retrieving a flathead screwdriver from the computer room to cut the tape with. A little work allowed me to free one end of the box and flip it open. I shook the contents out onto the covers.
I was just amazed at what fell out. Someone bought me one of those beautiful hardwood combs I was talking about in my journal a while ago. I couldn't believe it! It's a beautiful piece of bubinga wood, dark and rich and coppery.
It also came with a bottle of wood oil (a concoction of beeswax and something orangey that smells fantastic), and a little note on care and feeding. I turned it over a few times in my hands, appreciating the texture and weight of well worked wood. I held it to my nose to breathe in the scent of the wood; bubinga smells rather different than things I've worked with, or maybe it's the finishing agent on it.
I gave it to Andrea who looked at it, ran it through my hair a few times, and handed it back. I got up and stood in front of my dresser, combing my hair out in my mirror, almost bouncing as I combed to the left and right before putting my hair in a tail and going through it again. Much to Andrea's amusement, I turned this way and that, bending and craning my neck to see how my hair looked at different angles after its treatment with my new comb.
After I was done, I set it down on the silk cloth on top of my dresser where my candles, my little jewelery boxes, and my boar bristle brush live while I'm away at work. I came back to bed, babbled again to my indulgent mate about how nifty my new comb is, and nestled in to sleep. This morning, I combed my hair again, enjoying the new shiny, and even as I write this I'm excited about doing it again once I get home because I'm just silly that way.
Andrea hasn't told me who my secret benefactor is (though she says she knows, and I'm sure it's someone who's been reading my journal), but this is a completely wonderful gift! Thank you so very much!
I'll post a picture of it when I have a chance so everyone can see how pretty it is! *bounces*
Just as I was getting into bed last night,
moiracoon said "Oh, you have a package downstairs!" A package? I wasn't expecting anything. I went downstairs to the living room and retrieved a squarish box, perhaps 2 inches by 2 inches by a foot. I didn't recognize the name or place in the return address. I brought it back upstairs and sat down in bed after retrieving a flathead screwdriver from the computer room to cut the tape with. A little work allowed me to free one end of the box and flip it open. I shook the contents out onto the covers.I was just amazed at what fell out. Someone bought me one of those beautiful hardwood combs I was talking about in my journal a while ago. I couldn't believe it! It's a beautiful piece of bubinga wood, dark and rich and coppery.
It also came with a bottle of wood oil (a concoction of beeswax and something orangey that smells fantastic), and a little note on care and feeding. I turned it over a few times in my hands, appreciating the texture and weight of well worked wood. I held it to my nose to breathe in the scent of the wood; bubinga smells rather different than things I've worked with, or maybe it's the finishing agent on it.
I gave it to Andrea who looked at it, ran it through my hair a few times, and handed it back. I got up and stood in front of my dresser, combing my hair out in my mirror, almost bouncing as I combed to the left and right before putting my hair in a tail and going through it again. Much to Andrea's amusement, I turned this way and that, bending and craning my neck to see how my hair looked at different angles after its treatment with my new comb.
After I was done, I set it down on the silk cloth on top of my dresser where my candles, my little jewelery boxes, and my boar bristle brush live while I'm away at work. I came back to bed, babbled again to my indulgent mate about how nifty my new comb is, and nestled in to sleep. This morning, I combed my hair again, enjoying the new shiny, and even as I write this I'm excited about doing it again once I get home because I'm just silly that way.
Andrea hasn't told me who my secret benefactor is (though she says she knows, and I'm sure it's someone who's been reading my journal), but this is a completely wonderful gift! Thank you so very much!
I'll post a picture of it when I have a chance so everyone can see how pretty it is! *bounces*
