The other day, I completed the last 5 rows to complete the pair of Monkey socks.
It’s amazing. I think socks with a story behind them have a deeper meaning than regular ol’ socks.
Take my jaywalkers. I grew bored of them. There wasn’t a drive. So the first one stands alone, still.
But my first pair of socks, knit while keeping my mom company in the hospital during her last months, were finished quickly and remain my favorite pair of socks, of my manmade or handknit.
These socks had lost each other for awhile, and through a bout of dumb luck and kindness, found each other again. Sounds like a good tale to me.
Plus, they’re extremely comfortable. <3