Perfect Ten

Message on the tape:
"Measure your foot
from heel to toe.
Send the result
via e-mail."

Let's back track.
The lovely blue flecked
wool I bought a few weeks ago
has worked up into
a great sock prototype
for Ms. Jame.

Therefore, the need
for the foot measurement...

Jame called.
"I'm a perfect ten."

The "perfect ten"
comment produced
delighted laughter.

Years ago,
when Jenn lived and taught
at A&M she was always grousing
about all those Texas freshman...
aka, perfect tens: perky, pretty, popular...
Fill in the blanks.

After assuring Jame
that she is definitely
a perfect ten...
(a mother's prerogative).

I measured the sock
and it was exactly
ten inches.

Praise God!
How often does one
estimate the correct
length?

Now, I only have
to knit its mate
another perfect ten.