Week before last I spent a few days on Cape Cod at a friend's house. I went thrift shopping for my winter wardrobe, went to an open poetry reading at a pub, and participated in my friend's Yankee Swap event with her poetry group.
We had pot luck dinner, we read our poems and they were critiqued, and then we each placed a wrapped gift in the middle of our circle and chose numbers. I got number one. My gift turned out to be a set of flamingo lights. Then others chose. If someone before you gets a gift you like you can take it and give them yours.
Since I had number one, I got to choose again at the end from the unwrapped gifts. The first person to get this quilt exclaimed so much about it that I could never have taken it from her. But then my old time friend D. took it from her. And I took it from D. I felt guilty as I only come to the group sometimes. I was an "interloper" and I got the best gift! I almost didnt take it but then I did. And I love it.
I had a bamboo pole so hung it immediately on coming home.