There is blog. I swing by now and then and visit. The Yarn Miracle. It is Emily’s site. It’s where I found out about the game Shear Panic (which by the way is already packed for the lake). Well, Emily decided to have a Wee Tiny Sock Swap. How interesting I thought? Now. I have not participated in any swaps. None. At. All. "Cute," I thought and moved on.
A little while later I was thinking to myself. "Self, why not? It’s not like I don’t have bits and pieces of sock yarn. Let’s face it. You have a sock addiction." "Also, how long can it take to knit Wee Tiny Socks?" (For the record, not very long.) So before you could say Koigu, I signed up.
The socks are in an envelope with a card. I will drop them in them in the mail tomorrow. Hopefully Grace will like them (lest I take a blow to my fragile knitting self esteem). I already heard from my swap person. It seems she lives outside the continental US, so it going to take a little longer for them to get to me.
So in the mean time. While NK is away, CT and I will shop for soup stuff, have coffee, make soup, and I will knit on the pinky, peachy cardigan from hell. ASJ will be on jury duty. Poor thing. Maybe she can knit on my cardigan while in the jury box?
P.S. Please note that the stripes on the sock match up. It gave me such pleasure, really you have no idea!