I finally managed to tear myself away from knitting socks, although I didn’t get away from them completely.
At the bottom of my wardrobe there’s been a pile of holey socks accumulating over the years, and there they would probably still be if I hadn’t suddenly hit a shortage. Yes, I wore through so many pairs of socks that I didn’t even have enough left to last a week! It was beyond time to get on with it.
You may remember the moth incident a few months ago. Well that left me with lots of short pieces of sock yarn far too small to make anything with.
I quite like the look of visible mending so I decided to use them for fixing all the socks, regardless of colour.
The first couple were done and fastened off before I remembered you’re supposed to do them inside out, but now I’m getting the hang of it and I can see the stitches getting neater each time.
I still don’t know why mending things feels so satisfying, but add in using up those scraps of yarn I thought were goners and it’s even better. I may never get rid of old socks again!