Hand-knit socks have a pretty hard life at my house. I wear them exclusively, every day, and I’ll be honest with you: these days, I always machine wash them.
During “wood stove season” (roughly October through April) I hang them up to dry. In the months when I’m not heating my house, there’s no point trying to air-dry anything, so I run them through the dryer, too.
This morning I put on a pair of knit socks and it took me a surprisingly long time to figure out what was going on down there. At first I thought I had stepped in something damp, and that’s why there was a cold spot. What can I say? I hadn’t had my coffee yet.
This was a pretty good pair of socks. Although in the last six months or so, they had become so worn that the fibers itched between my toes by the end of the day.
I knit them back in 2007 and look how much more vibrant the colors were! Five years of hard labor will do that to ya.
They were Lisa Souza “Sock!” yarn in the colorway Mombassa. (Lisa later left me a comment clarifying that she had once met a lion named Mombassa, and that the colors of the sock yarn were modeled after the colors in his mane.)
Also, I finally decided that the slime puddle below the tree was a blob of tree sap from an infection. Tree pus, basically. And, wow, I had completely forgotten about how much I loved “24” at first.
Goodbye, socks. You did good!
(Oh, and thanks for the compliments on my living room rug! It’s a hand-me-down from relatives with far better decorating taste than my own. I love it!)