Beekissed
Mountain Sage
These socks I darned were my dad's old socks that I like to wear. Dad is in a nursing home now with dementia and can't remember much of his old life, but wearing his winter socks kind of makes me feel like we're close in a way. Sort of like carrying him around while I get in wood and do some of the chores he used to do, so I didn't want to just throw them away. Couldn't stand to see them wear out either....they are sort of like Dad, in a way. They are still good socks but a part of them wasn't working any longer...a part of them just...wore thin. Like Dad's memory.
Couldn't stand to just put them in a drawer and keep them just because they were Dad's socks, either...that's a little TOO sentimental for me. Using Dad's socks makes much more sense to me...so I darned them so they could be used another winter. Just trying to hold onto everything that is good in this world while I can.
Couldn't stand to just put them in a drawer and keep them just because they were Dad's socks, either...that's a little TOO sentimental for me. Using Dad's socks makes much more sense to me...so I darned them so they could be used another winter. Just trying to hold onto everything that is good in this world while I can.