Have you ever heard of something like a big bang of happiness? Sure it was about me opening my swap parcel and finding inside The Socks… owlish, balcanisch, perfect in their knitted performance and fitting like tailor made. I was moved to tears when I saw Erin’s masterpiece. It was like she decided to share part of her inner life with me – her Canadian roots turned into marple sweeties, her Icelandic honeymoon turned into tiny buttons, her love for knitting patiently woven into a sample of crossed sts, cables, fancy toes and structurated heels of a pair of socks I’ve already elected as a fetish or, better, a totem. Again, thank you gradskoolknitter.