Look what I got from the lone star state this morning:
It says: “Treats for your feets”
A Postcard from Dallas (including big scary buildings – I get nervous above three storeys)
The shiny things are two lone-star charms (I likes shiny things).
How cool is this:
Riddle me this: why is it that someone I’ve never met, and who lives thousands of miles away, can knit a pair of socks that fit me perfectly, yet I can’t?
Thank you Chris (Skittermagoo). Can you beleive that these are Chris’ first ever cables?! You rock!
Now, I just have to check that my pal got hers! You’d think that the Royal Mail would be able to deliver a pair of socks to …. somewhere else in the UK???
EDIT: so, she got them and guess what? They don’t fit :((((( They measure 6 1/2″ instead of 9 1/2″. What the hell did I do!? Did I not measure them correctly? Did I get my nines and sixes mixed up on the tape measure? Did they shrink a lot when I washed them? Quite frankly, any or all of these are a possibility. Anyway, they fit her daughter perfectly and she loves them (so not a total waste then).
[wanders off muttering: measure three times, check twice, cut once …..]