I felt a twinge of panic on the Mardi Gras swap I organized, not that my partner wouldn't do well, but that she might feel pressured. I don't know if she did feel pressure, but boy did she rise to the occasion!
I got three yarn-shaped soaps in PG&G from Alsatian Soaps.
Three skeins of beautiful lace weight merino, one each of PG&G, with a pattern for cycling stockings from Weldon’s Book of Practical Needlework (my krewe is a bicycle unit)
MG beads in PG&G, a Heydel’s coin (back when I felt particularly flush, I used to order a Heydel’s cake flown in and own about ten of their porcelain “babies”), and a bag of limited edition Zapp’s Voodoo Gumbo chips (as someone who craves Baltimore’s Utz Crab Chips with a passion, I’m beyond impressed that Karin managed to share these. Plus, HOLY CRAP, they're amazing!)
Five gorgeous, sparkly fleur de lis stitch markers, handmade by DoctorKnitter herself. I'm pretty certain that she has her own personalized rubber stamp. I suspect a kindred spirit as far as the whole Martha-Stewartish tendencies go.
A best of all (insert drum roll here) a glittery, fuzzy, bejeweled dog sweater for my pup to wear in his very first MG parade. I never, ever would have guessed such a cool sweater was in my swap box.
I'd been really stressing out about how I could find the time to cobble together a costume for the parade, and Karin saved the day.
I took Steu out for a walk and we met one of the parade judges. I just said, "I got your grand prize winner, rightcheer!"