My Dad is the coolest guy

My Dad has done it again. Do you remember that he brought me home yarn from Iceland? Or that he got me great fabric from Ghana? Both times I had told him it was things I would love should he happen to fall over them.

Since then he has really developed an eye for presents. From his last few election observation trips he has brought home yarn. Nothing fancy, but usually some cotton he happened to recognize in baskets on his endless walks. I even have a few acrylics in my stash now, but I don't mind - they are soft and they were given with a lot of love.

This Easter my Dad returned from the elections in Nigeria and I didn't expect him to bring anything. Safety precautions meant he couldn't go anywhere on his own and had to bring his security guards along with his interpreter and chauffeur. And yet my Dad brought me home the most perfect gift.

He had actually asked them all to go along to the local marked and he says it was one of the best days they had. All these men had helped him choose the right seller and the best fabric and get a good price. He says he gets the best travel moments out of these 'buying-presents-for-my-daughter'-sessions where ever he goes. I say he is a pretty awesome guy and the best dad ever.

One a side note - Easter was great, but very, very busy. We spend time in Bigfoot's family's summerhouse, took a busy trip visiting many good friends in Copenhagen and finally some relaxing at my parents place welcoming home Dad. I didn't take any photos, nor did much knitting happen, but I did finish a little something else and just need a photo to make it blog ready.