Knitting and squees of glee

OK, so here's another scarf! Maybe I can hang on to this one. I wore it today and managed to bring it home.

I made a timid foray into beading and scattered a few subtle touches along the edge. They may be too subtle. What's the point of doing something that no one will notice?

Then, at the end of my weekly 9 hour day, I got home to find a completely unexpected gift from Heide.
pamper stuff (the bath salts smell delicious!)

A nice letter telling me that her beloved husband adores his Willy Warmer and shows it to every adult entering the house,

AND . . .
Socks! Noro socks! She says, "Unfortunately, the dyers at Noro decided to liven the mix by adding some unexpected colors in a non-sequential order (the OCD part of me is still twitching). Luckily though the tops match and if you need to go out while wearing them, then shoes or boots will hide the non-conformity. And should those dreaded raccoons come back to renew their orgy then you can shake your one pink foot at them angrily."

Oh, Heide, I ADORE my socks in all their idiosyncratic glory! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I am tickled to giddiness and want to wear my socks to work today, but they are predicting 90degrees. But soon. Soon, I will kick up my cozy toes in reckless abandon and astound the general public. And now, I will go wallow in their glory. Thank you a thousand times!