I put on my house socks when I got out of bed this morning and thought one felt funny. I looked at the bottom of my right foot and look at what I saw. Oh darn. Now, do I learn how to darn a sock (using the darning egg that Grandpa made and Aunt B gave me last month)? Or do I knit another sock? Thinking.
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Darning a sock is actually a bit relaxing. It's like weaving in your ends... into invisible stitches.
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