I’ve never darned a sock. I’ve never worn a darned sock. Even at the poorest moments in my life I chose to either wear socks with a hole or find the cheapest pair of new socks I could. Until Kate came along.
Kate loves to sew, knit, weave, and crochet, and she loves to take care of her dad. When I took my shoe off yesterday and realized there was a hole, she went right to work. Since the hole was big enough that traditional methods of darning wouldn’t work, she found a scrap from her enormous pile of scraps and sewed it on over the hole.
So now if you see me walking with a little more pep in my step, you can be sure I’m wearing this pair of socks. I love that girl.
