Katie: “Soooo, have I asked you yet to trace your foot on a sheet of paper for me?”
Me: “I can’t honestly say that ANYONE has ever asked me to trace my foot on a sheet of paper for them.”
Katie: “No rush. Do it.”
Y’all. Come on. Really? There is no way I could make this up.
(I don’t think she needed the red toenails, but this is me we’re talking about.) (And I started to trace it in lipstick, but that stuff ain’t cheap.)
(This is the kind of outlandish things said to me just about every day. And people call ME weird.)
One day, I’ll be the proud owner of a pair of socks.
Knitted. By hand. By Katie.
(How friggin’ out-of-my-gourd sweet is that??)
She’s a knitting fool. Knits if I’m driving us to lunch, knits while we’re eating lunch, knits on the drive back. Probably knits on the toilet but I’ll never know.
Trust me on that. I will never know.
She knits so much, her knitting was requested for a book. Yes. She’s kinda famous. Her work is coming out in a book.
She needed my traced foot to get an idea for size. Cool.
She’s knitting 50 people a pair of socks. A life goal of hers.
(Hence, the “no rush” on that tracing.)
This quote came straight from her blog about her life goal of knitting socks for 50 people:
“It is about documenting people that inspire me to hand knit socks. These people are sock-worthy.”
The word that kicks me in the teeth and leaves me a little scrunchy-eyed? Inspire.
She’s knitting for people who “inspire” her to knit. Which is her passion.
The only things I’ve ever known to “inspire” people to do is:
2. Leave a room
F. Kick a wall
G. Stare in disbelief
(You get the jist.)
But this might be a first I have inspired someone to move forward and grow with their passion. I’m beyond flattered to be part of a group such as her 50.
(She inspired me today, too. To write. Because I could NOT pass up the opportunity to share with you this kind of hilarity that hits me square in the face with no warning. Completely out of the blue.)
“Soooo, have I asked you yet to trace your foot on a sheet of paper for me?”
Wow. How could I NOT share THAT?
I’ve been called a lot, but never sock-worthy.
(You get the jist.)
And now I can add sock-worthy to the list. Which is huge. Because other things I’ve been called I don’t believe actually inspired anyone to do anything.
(Except maybe leave a room. Or curse.)
But sock-worthy? That’s inspiring.
So, go. If you don’t already have something you’re passionate about…go find something. And while you’re at it, find somebody in your life that is sock-worthy.
Or better yet, be sock-worthy to somebody.
(Katie is sock-worthy to me if I could make socks.)
(I guess in a sense, to me…she’s tiara-worthy. Or moonpie-worthy. Or wine-worthy.)
(Not that I make any of those things, but they’re fun to have!)
(Actually…all of y’all who continuously encourage me to continue with my passion of this writing stuff and liking-me-for-the-real-me-here-on-this-blog-thing are sock-worthy to me.)
Cause being sock-worthy is where it’s at.
Surround yourself with sock-worthy people.
Around them, you will totally feel joy in a world that is nuttier than a squirrel turd.
PS. I swear to God I think I feel a nose hair. A nose hair. Are you kidding me?
Just kill me now.