After I got up and showered this morning I was getting dressed and ripped a sock. I hope that is not an indication of how today is going to be going!
At first I was going to just toss the sock in the trash, but then I decided that I will try to darn it to repair it. In this economy, I’m trying to pinch every penny and stretch every dollar. It’s been a few years since I’ve darned socks, but it isn’t hard to do. So I’ve put the sock aside for now, will try to get to darning it this evening after supper.
I found that when it ripped and I was looking at the rip, thinking about darning it, memories of my step-mother teaching me how to darn socks came to mind. I remember how she had a wooden bulb to use as a form to put inside the sock while working on it. I don’t have one of those; I’ll just use a light bulb. I find it interesting how often small and seemingly insignificant things will trigger a memory of a person!
