My Friend

I’ve been sitting on this post for an entire week now. I wanted to share, but at the same time I wanted to savor the experience by myself for a little while… What, you ask, is the ScrabbleQueen blathering on about this time?

Okay, “let me explain, no is too much, let me sum up”…..

Last Saturday I drove down to Berkeley, with Hubby Dearest, to meet my friend Holly for the “first” time. How can she be your friend, you crazy woman, if you were meeting her for the first time?! Well, it’s like this:

Back in 2007 I signed up for Sockapalooza, my first knitting swap of any kind. I was a pretty new sock knitter, and to say I obsessed about the yarn and pattern for my pal’s sock might be just a little bit of an under-statement. I blogged about it a few times…then one day in June, I received a comment which started out like this,
“Welcome to the world of the normal, obsessed sock knitter.”
That was Holly. Yup, I went and looked it up! Since that time we have chatted back and forth via blog comments and emails, through children’s mile-stones, moves, job changes, travels, and knitting adventures.

I was pretty excited at the chance to meet face-to-face. I knew I was going to love her, but I was a little less sure that the feeling would be mutual. It was silly, but that is the truth. We met, we ate, we exhanged gifts, (I got great sock yarns in a nice canvas bag) we wandered, we talked, we knit, we drank. We bought books, used Sci-fi books, at that. We were comfortable together, as one might expect old friends to be. The only down-side to the day is that it was too short! I’m so glad we got the four hours together that we had.

And, to finish things off, we had our picture taken. We didn’t like it. So we did it again, and again, and again. We were never really happy with any of the photos, but we finally gave up. I couldn’t decide which was good enough to use for this post. Holly was in favor of none, but I want a photo (or two or three) to remember the day. Oh, and they’re all on my camera, so I win!
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