Day Four: 31st March. Where are they now?
Whatever happened to your __________?
Write about the fate of a past knitting project. Whether it be something that you crocheted or knitted for yourself or to give to another person. An item that lives with you or something which you sent off to charity.
I don’t know if anyone actually remembers these…but these socks took up a huge chunk of time that I’ll never get back.
Actually, it wasn’t all that bad. It was mainly just a matter of knuckling down and getting them knit. My one regret is that I don’t think I actually took a decent picture of the Black Hole Socks before I sent them off to their new home.
They became my Mum’s socks on Christmas Day, 2010. Mum seems to enjoy it when I show off a new technique of some sort. First it was just learning how to knit socks…then it was socks from the toe up. Now it’s socks with beads. There are a whole bunch of other techniques I’ve learned in the meantime, but it’s always the “big” ones (the more noticeable ones) that get the most attention.
I get little status updates every so often regarding these socks. Apparently Mum’s co-workers had an odd reaction to her black socks with white beads…they thought she’d somehow gotten “studs” onto the yarn.
I’ll bear that in mind the next time I see a Bedazzler on sale for cheap.
Needless to say, Mum still maintains to her friends that she’s wearing beaded socks, and her friends still maintain that she has a closet Harley Davidson fetish.
That’s OK. Someday I’ll snag a picture of the Mukluks my Mum made for me. They’re beaded moccasin boots, for those who are not in the know. Yes, they’re made of real hide and fur…and some of the most incredible beadwork you’ve ever seen.
You see, my Mum doesn’t do things halfway. When she learns a craft, she learns it “authentic”. She also believes one goes big or goes home. She very quickly became sick of green beads. Why?
Her northerly-transplanted Ontarian daughter asked for Trilliums on the boots. Trilliums have a lot of green in the leaves. Just sayin’.
So beaded socks for my Mum? She kinda deserves that kind of special. And now that she’s getting older and less likely to do intricate beadwork?
I may swipe her leftover beads… 😉
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