I’ve been revisiting socks of old on Instagram lately by posting a handknit sock a day, and it’s gotten me thinking.
I seem to have a very strong nostalgia gene. It may be hereditary – my mother has been known to tear up at the slightest provocation, nostalgia-wise.
As I’ve been photographing and thinking about all of these handknit socks I have made over the years (and some that have been made for me by that same nostalgic momma), I can picture where I was, what I was doing, sometimes even how I felt as I was knitting on these socks.
It’s kind of amazing. And wonderful.
It’s also hella-inspiring. I’m feeling like it’s time to do more sock designing.
This is a start. Something in the pipe-line.
Love this….tearing up now! Cannot wait to see you and knit together! Love ya!
Very unique outlook on socks and memories. I think my trail to memories is probably through recipes, quirky thing people have said about food and drink and hand me down cooking utensils. Call me crazy, I guess food is very important to me and cooking for and with others is wonderful!