No such thing as coincidence?

Back in December I posted all our cloth diapers for sale online. In the first 48 hours I got umpty-kajilion emails and wound up removing the listing because people are selfish and stupid. "Can you hold everything until the end of next week so I can take a look?" or "Can you send me pictures of the inside of every single diaper (there were over 100) so I can see if they are stained?"... No.

Anyway, that's not what this blog is about.

One of the umpty-kajilion emails I got was from a lady named Danica. She wanted a few diaper inserts and offered to pay me with PayPal since she couldn't get out in the snow. I mentioned that any money deposited in my PayPal account would likely get spent on roving. Turns out she had bags of roving she was willing to trade for diapers. (Trading diapers for roving? Yes, please!)

Anyway, to make a really long story a little bit less long, we finally met in person in January. She's awesome, her baby is awesome and we kept finding these weird little connections in our lives. We both recently moved back to Nanaimo after long absences, our hubbies both work down in Victoria and they are both working on the base, we both have absolutely adorable baby girls... I could go on but I'll spare you.

Back in September I knit Lily a hat. (I swear this is all related) It was so cute. I knit it from this great Uruguayan handpainted merino and cashmere yarn and knit three little flowers to put on it.

Here is the hat:

A few weeks after I knit this hat I lost it at the mall. I called the lost and found and every store we had stepped foot in and nobody had seen our hat. I figured I had probably dropped it in the parking lot and just hoped that it would wind up on a baby's head and not get thrown in the trash.

Fast forward 3 months. Last night Danica posted a whole bunch of pictures of her precious Miss Winter. Among them was this picture:

I saw it and got chills. How is it even possible that there are two hats like that? I immediately called Danica (and then hung up on her answering machine because her message gave me the giggles). When she called me back I assured her that I was laughing, not crying and my sister wasn't in labour. Then I asked her about the hat. She told me it was from Bolivia and her sister in law sent it for Winter for Christmas. I have to admit I thought maybe Winter's auntie was a bit of a liar and sent Winter a hat that she found at the mall. I sent Danica a picture of Lily's hat and it turns out the Bolivian hat was a different one.

So the hat was lost at the mall, donated along with the rest of the lost and found, picked up in a thrift store by Winter's grandma and given to Winter long before Danica and I even met. Then Danica posts a picture of it on Facebook.

How weird is that? What are the odds?

Every once in a long time you meet someone and it's like you've known them forever. It's a nice feeling.