I know—they’re just socks. Usually when I wear through the heels, I toss them. But these are special socks, custom knit for me as a gift from my friend Ridgely. So I kept them in my sock box, just because. But last weekend at church retreat my friend Bethany told me her daughter Hannah has a sock darning kit, and she loves to use it. No vacillating on this one. My ragged socks were in newly ten-year-old Hannah’s hands this morning. I almost had to wait. This afternoon she delivered them, all darned and ready to wear.
Bring on the winter chill—I’m ready!