Whoops--I'm a little late to the party today. Something head-and-stomache-achy kicked me to the couch today. I slugged it to the computer to do a fast post.
After reading today's blog post assignment, I decided to go back to the second post on my blog in the summer of 2005 called "Summer Sock School." I was vigorously learning basic socks and making them for myself, my husband and various family members. I'm happy to say that all the socks in that post are still intact. Here they are as I photographed them today, trying to mimic one of the pictures in that earlier post.
From left to right, the socks I made in the overly-large yarn and have since felted and turned into slipper socks for me, the one sock of my very first pair of socks ever (the other one is here somewhere--I know it and I won't give up looking), another of my early pair at top, two self-stripey pairs made for my husband, and finally another that are mine. Not a hole in sight and we both wear these socks regularly. So glad to report that almost six years later, these guys have survived! Yes, even the poor misplaced one that I swear I will find!
Now, family members, step up. How many of you still have the socks I made you that first year? How have they held up? Anyone else with amazing hand-knit socks still surviving so many years later? I'd love to hear.
Alrighty, I'm going back to the couch now and I'll be back weller and stronger for tomorrow's post. It's gonna be a doozy!