It happened about six months ago and then again two months ago. Two pairs of my handknit socks sprung holes. SIGH.
They haven’t been deep-sixed because I think I might be up to darning them. Some day. I don’t care whether or not with the same color because darning is darning and it’s the bottom of my foot anyway. Builds character, that kind of thing.
The truly sad thing is that they were both knit with Koigu Painter’s Palette Premium Merino (KPPPM). A delicious yarn in scrumptous colors that I never tire of. The first pair it happened to, I was able to justify as “oh, that’s one of my oldest pair AND I do wear them a lot so it figures.” When it happened to the second pair, well, they are also older but get worn less and… brace yourselves… they were a gift from my mommy. Boo hoo!
(I put paper in the soles to help the holes show on camera.)
I am grateful that after the pangs of sadness subsided, I had the strongest urge to knit more socks. (It could have swung the other way but once you go handknit, you never go back.) Corollary to this urge is the thought that perhaps I need more pairs from Kroy and Opal because I am not gentle on my handknit socks. I wear them around the house like slippers oftentimes and I suspect this does the most damage.
Being a budgetary sort of knitter who buys little on impulse, I don’t have much Koigu in the stash. Whether or not these holes are a result of sock age or of yarn choice–or even something else altogether, like political leanings–it will probably be a long time before I make socks from KPPPM again. But that frees me to relegate this exquisitely dyed merino to other parts of the body like hands, necks, heads–oh my! Purl beret, for example. Despite its need for delicate washing (which I do in the washer, then lay flat to dry), KPPPM makes for some awesome baby knits. Maybe that’s just the antidote I need to cure my wistful sighs.
First, though, I need some new socks.