SuperSocks To the Rescue

I came home from work to the most wonderful package. My sockpal socks had arrived! Here are a few reasons why my sockpaller, Rae, rocks:

1. These socks are absolutely gorgeous. Look at that lace! And beading too! These socks are a lot of "firsts" for me. They are my first pair of lace socks, since I always guilted myself into knitting socks that were supposedly more practical. I was wrong- beauty is completely practical for the soul. They're also my first beaded knit, and my first pair of purple socks. I can't get over how lovely they are, and I wore them for the rest of the day, August be damned.

2. They fit perfectly. I gave her wacky measurements, because I may or may not have been drunk. Or terribly stupid. But she realized my error, e-mailed me, and then knitted them to fit instead of writing me off as a terminal idiot.

3. She owns a yarn store in Lansing, MI. The awesome factor of being a LYS owner needs not be explained. However, she is even more awesome because she lives in Michigan, home state of one of my Dad's favourite college sports teams. Every year, the Wolverines and the Penn State Nittany Lions battle it out for my Dad's heart. I'll see to it that U of Mich wins it this year, although since she is in Lansing maybe I should push for Michigan State.

4. Two words: sheltie. puppy. The big dice in the sky works in mysterious ways, and so the owner of adorable Robin became the sockpal of Smitty's food dispensing unit and playtime fun machine. Sheltie owners are better people. It's science. And in another strange coincidence, the name of her Sheltie is the same as the first name of Smitty's breeder. Creepy!

5. In a display of generosity, she sent me sock yarn for more socks. And not just any sock yarn, but one ball of Mirage Fire and one ball of Landscape Fire, from Kaffe Fassett's new Regia sock yarn collection. She must have creepy voodoo powers, because I was drooling over an ad for the Fassett sock yarn in the newest Interweave. Not only that, but Fire was my favourite colourway.

Seriously, Rae, you rock but I'm putting my tinfoil hat back on now. The coincidences are too uncanny. I've also decided that my fabulous sockpal recipient deserves new yarn of her own if I do. So, watch that mail, Jill B.!