The kindness of stranger friends

I have always struggled with the concept that people you have only ever 'met' online could be termed friends. I don't know why. It seems a bit odd to think that people you've never spent time with could be called friends.

When I started blogging I never thought of the 'friends' element. It was to show and talk about my secret hobby of quilting that no one in the 'real' world got.

The months go by and gradually some of these people you have 'met' online become a part of your life without you even realising it. And even though Ryan Gosling could be a shelf-stacker in Waitrose for all I know and the Winnipeg Jets could be the Canadian equivalent of the Red Arrows, you still keep tapping away and before you know it, you start to think of them as a friend.

One of these virtual friends is Kristie

 

Not only does she make quilts - that was the important bit for me;-) - she also knits. And she knits these rather scrummy hats.

And I liked them.

So I developed a rather annoying virtual cough every time she posted pictures of them.

To the effect that the cough would more than likely clear up if one of those hats came my way.

And yesterday.

On the coldest day of the year on the Little Island.

It did.

So I immediately put it on, overjoyed by the bounty that was mine.

And almost immediately my husband said I looked like Ena Sharples from Coronation Street.

Now if you are not British and of a certain era that will mean nothing to you, so let me help you:

Ena Sharples:

 

And me:

What do you reckon?