Thank you so much for making such a wonderful yarn for me to play with. Not only was the pattern I chose fascinating but the yarn felt so warm, inviting and just plain ol’ yummy. Now begging your pardon, I do have one complaint. Take a little peek at that lovely pair of toe-up socks, do you see anything wrong with them…? I do…same colorway, Donna’s Favorite (2 skeins), same dye lot…but one’s rich and dark, the other muted and light. Do I have a real problem with this nooooo but….anyway…just wanted to share. It’s the nature of hand painted yarn…
I do like the wide strip at the top of the instep…notice how they differ…
Just for you my sweet friend, from now on I promise. As some of you know I love knitting socks but I rarely wear what I make. Well when my friend Carolyn asked me one day (when we were out lunching) which pair of my socks I was wearing, I pulled up my pant leg and horror of horrors…standard issue, EMS hiking socks…WHAT!!! I was told that was no longer allowed. Then yesterday she called to catch up and once again I was questioned…damn you EMS. But they were clean…Her foot was put down and my feet were re-dressed…from now on I promise.
About 4 years ago I met an amazing, different, talented, smart, beautiful, amazon of a woman named Dorothy. We became instant friends and dare I say I considered her a kindred spirit and fellow member in the sisterhood. For my birthday in 2006, she paid me a visit and gave me the yarn for these socks as a gift…One of the best gifts you can give a knitter. I was touched and dazzeled by the color..the first thought that came to my mind was an african sunset. The best part, she saw the same thing. Great minds…We shared our lives, we shared time and then one day it ended…She disappeared, moved away and I never got the chance to say good bye…To be honest I was devastated, angry, and down right pissed off but eventually moved on. And with the help of my own flesh and blood sister, who is soooo much more particular, reasonable and far less emotional I was able to understand, forgive and let go.
One day while walking throught the Union Square Market this past Christmas I smelled the essential oils she never left home without and the tears were in my eyes. I missed my friend and this time I thought of her with love instead of resentment. Dorothy when you read this, please know it’s not gone. Thank you for the yarn, for you and for this lesson.
I gotta go find a tissue….