A new life for threadbare socks and musings about my grandmother
A clear sign that a person is getting older is that they start to take an interest in their family history. I saw it happen to my parents, then my siblings and friends, and now it seems to be my turn.
I never met my grandfather, and my grandmother died when I was too little to remember her. Also, their home, now demolished, was in a country I cannot visit, and there are no pictures left of this once big and rich homestead. The political troubles and violence came later. September 16th, 1926, was still a good time.
Today I have been thinking about how my grandma spent this day 100 years ago. Maybe they picked potatoes? Was it rainy then as well? How did she protect herself from rain? Did her hair curl and frizz in this kind of weather, just like mine does? One thing I am quite certain about: she probably spent part of her day on her handicrafts. Maybe knitting, embroidering, crocheting, or maybe, just like me, saving an old pair of threadbare socks.
This horizontal fortification method is ridiculously simple and fast. Just work the yarn into the knit fabric, always taking the same side of each stitch on the needle. Or opposite sides on alternating rows. Or do it however you like; it doesn't matter. It will be good enough and give the knit a new life. And besides, it also looks pretty.
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