I was all set to blog a bit of a nasty rant today -- yarn diet, Jack Layton's toddler-like temper tantrum, full-day headaches, yarn diet, idiot Vancouver drivers, mind-numbingly boring employment, yarn diet...take yer pick -- when I came upon a news story that made me a little weepy.
Earlier this week a container load of woollen sweaters, socks and blankets arrived in the northern England port of Hull. That in itself might not sound all that exciting, but check this out: these Icelandic treasures weren't heading to upscale shops to be sold for big bucks, but rather to British pensioners to keep them alive this winter.
Despite being in a pretty miserable financial situation themselves, people from across Iceland collected some 3,000 items over four days. The "Icelandic Wool to England" campaign was spearheaded by the presenters of a popular Icelandic radio program after they broadcast a story about the plight of British seniors who could not afford to heat their homes.
Obviously this lovely gesture is but a tiny band-aid on a wound that requires major surgery. But it did restore some of Piggy's faith in humanity this afternoon.
Read more about the warm-fuzzies part of the story here, and the chilling side of the tale here and here.