I’ve gotten my Secret Summer of Love Yarn Swap Pal. Now I get to secretly spoil this person with yarn and other goodies over the summer. Someone else will secretly spoil me by sending yarn.
There is one thing that is so improbable it reminds me of the scene in Casablanca where Bogart wonders how, “of all the gin joints in the world” Bergman ended up at Rick’s.
Of all the small towns in the world, my secret pal and I are from the same one. What are the chances of two people from Pottstown, PA being randomly matched in an international yarn swap?