As the weeks following sock wars continue on, I meet my mailbox each evening with an equal mix of anticipation and dread. Will this be the day that I am killed with a wonderful pair of handknit socks?
So far, it hasn’t happened, but in the last few days, I have been met with a couple of knitterly delights.
On Friday (after a glorious evening spent at a Paul Simon concert), I came home to find a box from my second sock syndrome swap pal, Maleah. Not only did she adapt the mata hari sock pattern to knit me a sock in some lovely plush koigo, she sent me a bunch more sock yarn and some chai tea.
Tonight, I came home to find a package containing stitch markers I ordered from good to be girl. As Evan was digging the rest of the mail out of the mail box, he says to me, oh, you’ve got another package. I instantly think “DEATH SOCKS,” but it turned out to be a package from my sockret pal (this swap only start a couple of weeks ago, so she is totally on the ball). I think I’m going to take him to work with me, so that he doesn’t get lost in the magnet oblivion of my fridge.
Thank you so much, awesome swap partners.