Mysterious package

Last week was pretty epic: the miserable heat (c’mon, 103 in Seattle?!), the tortuous work week, and the normally perfect sleep schedule interrupted by frozen washcloth rotations and sweat-sticky sheets. In short, it sucked.

That is, with the exception of one thing. I lumbered home, brow-beaten by an epic work day, to be greeted with a mysterious package at my door. It was fairly small and beige, decorated with colorful stamps.

I must have looked stupid to my neighbors, quizzically weighing and inspecting the envelope in my hand. But, anyone who knows anything understands how totally rad snail mail is. And as I’m still adjusting to the new name, it’s still a fun experience to only kinda sorta recognize mail addressed to me. Anyway, since I’m in full-blown miser mode, I know I didn’t buy anything online.

I eventually entered my sauna-hot apartment clutching the envelope of mystery. I eagerly grabbed some scissors to slash it Michael Myers style while double-fisting a cold glass of water only to become even more perplexed as the contents spilled out.

A tiny sheet of paper first emerged, proclaiming that someone named Lau from Hong Kong handcrafted whatever was inside. Next, a pair of earrings fell into my palm. Finally, two necklaces intertwined in a lovely mesh of silver and gold chains cascaded from their beige holding cell. I held each piece up with enthusiastic nods of approval, and in true over-share style, proceeded to twitter my excitement.

Instead of being content with my anonymous gift, I am plagued by the mystery. I still don’t know who Lau is, and the burden of not having anyone to thank is becoming overwhelming. So, here is my public plea for someone to step forward and claim victory in the extraordinary feat of gifting me jewelry that I like. You totally deserve a giant hug.