The cold time of the year is approaching. For me, that means my long and funky socks come out to play and I get to enjoy the pleasure of wearing them and the occasional compliment.
But my lovely socks had holes in them.
I could simply chuck them. But that didn’t feel right – four otherwise good pairs of socks only had holes in the toes and heels. What was I to do? Learn to fix them seemed the only way forward.
Now, I made this decision a while ago. Months back I watched a YouTube video on how to do it and I bought a darning mushroom. This nifty little item has been sitting next to my neglected, unworn socks waiting to be used. I’ll do it this afternoon, I’d say. The weekend, tomorrow. Yet they say untouched.
And autumn is here now. I couldn’t put out off much longer – I’d be out of socks before too long. So today I picked them up, raided our chaotic sewing box for needle and thread, re-watched the video, and set to work.
It’s a small thing to be proud of, but I am. I’ve saved some favourite items of clothing and learned a new skill. And I watched the Paddington film too while doing it.
Now to learn how to join granny squares of different sizes.
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