I walked up to my gate after getting stuck in my car for 15 minutes (San Francisco parking... it happens), and I noticed a big bulging package on the doorstep. First thought? "Oh mannnnnn... did I drunk shop again? What did I buy now?!" Second thought: "Maybe it's the new neighbors?!" Nope. Right there. A label with my name on it. The shame of blowing cash on an Etsy find I JUST HAD TO HAVE at 12:45 on a friday night while in a dark bar corner because my drinking companion thought it was AMAZINGLYOZOM! began to flush my cheeks. I plodded upstairs.
I ripped open the package to find several stacks of really amazing vintage cooking pamphlets and books. Such a great collection-- totally something I would buy. But no receipt. No packing list. Just a tiny yellow post-it reading "Free Fun". Wait. What?
Seriously. Someone, I have no idea who this person is (Ms. Linda from Texas whoever you are), got my address and sent me this fantastic gift! Yay Mystery Gift!
To whom ever sent this... thank you!
EB
WHAT. omg. this is very exciting. i once worked with a lady who would sort of...sleep walk? i'm not sure what to call it, and order things from qvc, like *while* she was sleeping. she'd come home from the office to find qvc items on her doorstep she had no recollection whatsoever of purchasing.
did you ever find out who sent it??
Posted by: lunch at 11:30 | February 06, 2013 at 07:19 AM