I am blessed with friends and family who can knit. Last year I mentioned how much I missed the hand-knitted socks my mother used to make me. My feet were so warm in winter when I wore those socks. My last pair was gone, and my feet were sad and cold.
The rest of the story: three packages arrived during the year--three pairs of hand-knit socks from three different people.
I am wearing one pair today:
while the other two dry by the fire.
I hand-wash these socks
because I wear them pretty often, and also because they last better that way.
My heartfelt thanks to Batsy in Idaho for the lovely purple socks, Kate in New York State for the vibrant red ones, and my sister Judy here in West Virginia for the bright blue ones. You ladies rock, as well as knit!