As usual, the latest pair of socks spent quite a lot of time on public transport. This is a local train service knitting opportunity.
They came on some pretty tired and sad visits to hospital and nursing home as one of my dearests has been having a very tough time and I have been doing what I can to accompany her. Knitting on public transport was a big help on a few visits when I took trips to visit her and she had already been taken by ambulance to some other place.
Socks don’t care about your worries. They just keep growing as you keep knitting, and that works for me.
As you can see, it’s another pair of socks made with the same fibres. And roughly the same size. And there the resemblances end! I managed to finish the skein with only this tiny ball of wool left! But did get two pairs out of my naturally dyed Suffolk handspun.
They have already gone to a dear friend who spends more time in gumboots than pleases her sometimes, and finds a hand knit sock an asset in her gumboot (wellington boot? galosh? wellie boot? rubber boot? you get the picture, I hope).
None of the pictures really came out right, with some too washed out and some a little overdone. But I am sure you get the idea! And in these times of considering mortality and suffering, I thought I would share this little gem taken as I ran through the cemetery one morning. There were four magpies perched on this statue but two flew away as I approached. Camera shy. I understand.