Serendipity Socks

These socks are from my best friend Seafarer, who made them. No kidding, she knitted socks. I have been knitting since I was 6 and I believe that socks are impossible to knit and that only machines make socks. But K has never lied to me, so now I simply worship her abilities.

She included the above Serendipity Socks gift card which now lives atop my desk beside my sacred Festi dirt jar. This card is really awesome and there’s a section for “About the Knitter” and “About the owner of these socks” and it says things like K learned to knit from a book and makes yummy vegan food and I collect Penzey’s spices and watch Star Trek and that I’m the only person she knows who has a knitting instructor. Because if I had to learn something about knitting from a book I would dissolve into frustrated tears and stomp my little feet and if I tried the book method a second time it would probably end with me screeching obscenities.

What K doesn’t know – wouldn’t know because we’ve never lived together which feels kinda odd to realize considering how many times we’ve helped one another move and how many roommates we’ve each had since we met at the ages of 18 and 19 – is that every day when I get home from work I change my socks. Just one of those things about Snakelady that you’d never know unless lived with me or up and made me perfect socks. Me and these socks are going to have some serious quality time together.

Thanks, Seafarer. You rock.

Also, she just sent me this site about the new eco-roof of the Central library of the Multnoma County library system. Now is that serendipitous or what?