J is for Jasper

It all started so innocently, when a friend showed me hers. I didn't think anything of it, but it looked so appealing, and it felt so lovely, yielding yet firm at the same time. I still didn't seek it out, but whenever the opportunity presented itself, I'd have just one, maybe two. I knew I could stop any time I wanted.

But of course that was only the first step. I couldn't just go out looking for it without attracting attention: what if someone I knew saw me? Soon I was surfing the Internet, catching my breath as a whole new seductive world opened before me. It's a perfectly harmless pastime, I told myself, and — I must stress this — legal in all states.

Still, there were bridges I'd never crossed: the Trekking, the Koigu, even the Bearfoot might lurk in my secret stash, and I'll never forget my first Smooshy — ah, bliss! — but I'd never bought any STR.


Until now. How could I resist? The allure of a colorway rumored to be discontinued, but suddenly there for the taking.


The softly varied color, the deep pinkish-red shading into purple.

My name is Lucia, and I'm a sock-yarn addict.