6-Ohhhhh
Posted by Sherry on May 26, 2008
My friend Ridgely turned 60 yesterday. We had sent her a little something to commemorate her life to this point, and it turns out she sent me something too, though my birthday is months away. Our packages criss-crossed in the mail.
Here’s what Ridge sent me on her birthday.
Socks! She knit me socks! I am a sock lover. One Christmas years and years ago son Taylor gave me a box of socks, and I haven’t forgotten how much it meant that he paid attention. But no one’s ever knitted me a pair.
Since I am not a knitter, the accomplishment is magnified in the mystery of the creation. Yet Ridge enclosed a hand-written note explaining why one toe had more aqua than the other toe. Did you notice that? I have to be honest now and admit I like them better because of the slight imperfection (which, by the way, had nothing to do with Ridgely’s needlework and everything to do with the wool dyer). Perfection is boring, and that’s why I strive so to avoid it.
Happy birthday, friend!
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