Anyone who lives in Michigan, knows how cold it can get here. It seems like the winter season goes on for longer than any other season we have here. It starts to get cold in November/December but doesn’t really snow until around Christmas. We get slammed with some kind of snow accumulation in January and then it’s just plain cold, gray and dreary until the end of March. We always get our hopes up that it’s over, and then the first or second week of April brings another vat of snow. It happens every year (from what I’ve seen) and yet, we all know how to gripe and groan about it.
For me, it’s the cold. I hate when it’s bitter cold. I hate when the wind feels like it’s taking off a layer of skin on my face, and my lips gets chapped and I hate the way my skin gets more dry than usual. I complain about the cold constantly. I’m probably the reason our heating bill is so high every year, but I’d rather be warm than be cold and miserable. However, too much heat for me is also a bad thing. So basically, I’m not easy to please when it comes to climate.
That all changed last night. My friend SKB made me socks. Not just any pair of socks. She knitted me a pair of green-and-white-MSU-Spartan socks. She made me socks that have already reduced the amount of complaining I do about the cold.
Did I mention I just got these socks from her yesterday?
I wore them all night. I didn’t complain about the cold once.
Now, most of you might say, “Well then, you big baby, why don’t you just wear socks?”
I’ve done that, and wearing socks that I’ve worn all day are smelly and nasty and feel almost worn out. Something about wearing knit socks is comforting and cozy.
She came to Cube Land to deliver the socks to me. Now that’s what I call service!
…OK maybe she was there to see her hubby who sits across from me, but still. She adores me, and this proves it. As you can see, I was a satisfied customer.
Perfectly crafted…
…and a perfect fit! Feet are gross and gross me out, so I apologize for this shot. But look how cute they are!
I’m amazed that people can do this. They swivel little needles around so meticulously and this is the end result. You can distinctly see where the heel is and where the toe is. It’s so cool!
SKB and her hubby have a cat. The Buddy Cat apparently left his smell on the socks, which drove Gryff WILD. The minute I took the socks out of my bag, he ran over and did this. I mean, I’ve never seen my dog so interested in smelling something.
“These are interesting. Where’d you get them? And why do they smell like something other than me?”
Didn’t take him long to get over it. Even he found them comfortable.
The puppyman approves.
And I do too! Thanks SKB! You’re the best!!
