Twisted and Purled Martha's Vineyard

I’ve been knitting.

The Socks in Progress came from Tennessee for me to finish and send off to make another kill. This will add me to the elite force of Assassins with three kills in Sockwars. I received them late Wednesday afternoon in the middle of my Olympic Knitting with the ribbing of sock #2 done.

I had to stop the working on Jadis and finish the socks up, getting them in the mail as soon as I could. Late Friday night, I finally finished them. I did a celebratory swagger out to the deck yesterday morning to take the final pics of them before sending them off to do their dirty work, slaying Strangest Angel and pushing me farther up the top of the Leaderboard of the less than 50 left out of 210 Warriors.

Dude. I was Lookin Good. Very. Very. Good.

Gypsy and I hopped into the car and off to the post office we went. I was feeling so impressed with myself. Three kills – more than a month into Sockwars and I am still alive! Despite work interference and aching hands, I was able to get them done with hardly missing a beat on my sweater that needed to be started and finished during the Olympics – perhaps I could achieve both goals after all! Why didn’t I pick a better Warrior name than Sri Devi? Why not Ninja Knitter? Or Needles of Death? Purls to Die For? Something more befitting of my stature as a true Sockwars Warrior – no, Sockwars Icon, really.

Skipping into the post office, I pulled out my trusty Iphone and copied the address of Strangest Angel onto the Priority Mail Box. Slipping the Socks in carefully lest they detonate in my own hands, I brought it to the window. The smiling clerk obligingly posted it for me, then stopped to ask me if I was sure about the zip code. I double checked my iPhone and I had written it on the box correctly. “It must be a clearing zip code for a smaller village there”, she said. And it was done. The socks were off to North Dakota – and I, once again, was victorious. I could hardly stand myself.

Home again and time to brag on Facebook! I was preening as I posted a picture of the finished weapons, on their way to North Dakota.

North Dakota?

Something started nagging at me. Why did South Dakota keep popping in my head now and then? And that weird thing that happened at the window – the postal clerk and the zip code mismatch….what if….if….?

So it began. The frantic search for the notes that came with the socks. Folders were opened, purses overturned, drawers rummaged in, and finally the trash dug through. At long last, I rescued the note with the correct address from under a pile of cold soaked chai makings, my heart racing as I shook the wet tea grounds from the paper, smoothing it on the counter top to compare it to the address I had written on my  iPhone.

South Dakota.

Oh, it gets better. The zip code was wrong, too. I have sent socks that are meant to kill Strangest Angel in South Dakota to Adams, North Dakota.

I may need to rethink that Warrior name idea.