I've been thinking about my friend Sarah a lot recently, and I thought I'd share just a few of the ways in which she's fantastic.
First of all, she's whip-smart, funny and pleasingly neurotic. Further, she has excellent and adventurous taste in food, and a keen appreciation for both Joss Wheedon's entire oeuvre and the wankability of Alton Brown.
Despite her continuing and willful refusal to knit socks, she is actually a fine and eclectic knitter. From silk scarves to toy chickens to fair-isle mitts, her knitting is varied, lovely and a genuine pleasure to watch roll off the (circular) needles.
Further, she has an appreciation for and deft hand with googly eyes, the likes of which I have never seen.
She also has feet that I hope will be really, really happy in these socks.
And finally, in case there's any doubt about just how likeable Sarah is: these mother#&%@ing socks fit me beautifully.
I can only hope that she'll enjoy them as much as I do. And perhaps she'll be inspired to make some of her own some day...