October: In like a lion and out like…another lion.
This month, instead of picking a specific theme for our boxes (office, kitchen, etc.) we decided to delve into the stockpiles that we have been squirreling away. Because the thing about having friends like these? Is that they know me better than I know myself. Theme or no theme.
Related: we are all present hoarders.
So the bright spot at the end of my October was a box from none other than Kirsten, my sister on the 45 parallel. No seriously, we both live, fairly precisely on the 45 parallel. It runs through the end of the street I grew up on.
Enough about geography.
Or not. 😉 Even her card was a map! And the gorgeous illustration on the front of it actually depicts the route of the Sleeping Bear Heritage Trail. Which, someday, we will run together. That day cannot come soon enough.
The box itself? Was stuffed full of things for running and things that…go with running. AKA MY LIFE.
In the Box: C9 Running Tights, C9 socks, Stash Tea, The Best Cocktail Napkins Ever, Sally Hansen’s Disco Ball and Candy Corn.
I was not kidding when I said that these women knew me better than I know myself. It’s basically a hive mind at this point. For example, Exhibits Uno and Dos.
Uno: Kirsten sent me the kind of running tights I ALREADY OWN. And we have never, ever discussed this.
Dos: She sent me running socks.
I know that the running socks thing is probably throwing y’all for a loop, because truly, how could they be so exciting? For you, a little back-story.
In May of 2010, I bought six pairs of PowerSox from Dick’s Sporting Goods. I had been running for five months. I only chose them because a marathoning co-worker had advised that running socks would solve my blister problems and they were reasonably priced. Fine. Sold.
Fast-forward three years and thousands of miles of sock monogamy: I finally managed to wear a hole into a pair of my beloved socks which sent them to their fate in the bin. To say that I have become weirdly loyal to these six pairs of socks would be an understatement. But that dark day was a wake-up call – even the most beloved socks are not immortal.
I am very comfortable saying that The Universe’s hand is evident in Kirsten’s selection. I have worn three of my four new pairs and they are just wonderful. Another little perk? These socks are low-cut and my old socks were sort of a mini-crew. I am of the opinion that this type of cut makes these socks much cooler.
I also feel like I have to tell you that the Disco Ball polish has been riding shotgun on my party nail all week. Do yourself a favor and source it immediately. You will not regret it for an instant.
This box was absolutely perfect, Kirsten! Thank you! XO.