The problem continues. Still, my socks are mateless. And yet I itch to start a new one (the fair isle knitpicks one) – this is not looking good. Today, we hear Marla’s Story.
Marla: (as she swigs a drink of her Mojito) Why? Why? I have so much going for me. Why must I sit here, alone, waiting?
Nicole: How long have you been waiting?
M: Forever. My whole life. And still I wait.
N: Aren’t you a bit young? You are the youngest here. I mean some of these other socks have been waiting for months. You’ve barely been finished a few weeks.
M: I know. But there’s not even a glimmer of hope for me. I was a quick, boredom-cutting sock (knit in a week, no less) and I just know I’ll be single for a long time.
N: What makes you think that you won’t stay single forever?
M: I’m knit with Merino Wool. Knitpicks Handpainted Memories actually (Colorway: Redwood Forest). I’m one of only 2 socks that has been knit with Merino so far. But the other “Grandma” sock has already been started – thus, I’m the less popular of the Merinos. Always second best Marla is. Never the best.
N: Maybe you ought to stop drinking (as Marla leans over and sips her drink from the straw) – knitting and drinking never mixes well.
M: Can’t a girl be lonely and drunk anymore…. jeeesh. I mean look at my lines. I’m sexy. Who wouldn’t want that? Honestly.
N: You’re very sexy. I’m sure you’ll meet someone someday. Your time will come. Don’t worry.
You can also see what happens to Marla here.