Socks, Socks, and more Socks
How are you all holding up? The pandemic just does not seem to end. I have been silent during the last year. I don't know about you, but I have hard a hard time tapping into the creative juices. I have piddled around with stuff, still weaving, a little spinning... but for the most part I have navigated towards comfort.
As a coping mechanism, I found myself knitting socks. I first learned to knit with socks - it was the one thing I wanted to make. It was a great lesson and after one pair, I never wanted to make another.
Then my mom was diagnosed with cancer. She was going to start treatments and I wanted to make her something that would make her happy. I knitted her a pair of colorful and happy socks in her favorite colors. They were the "**** cancer" socks. They were very awful - Haha! I had never done colorwork and I did not float the colors well. They were cute but not comfortable. Thus ending the foray into socks for a second time.
Fast forward to last fall. She was going through treatments again and having a very hard time with the chemo. She was in and out of the hospital and life was full un uncertainty. I started making socks again. I found the fish lips heel and toe up socks were my jam. I was making a pair each week. It was the only thing that I could control and there was so much comfort in the routine on socks.
I knitted socks for gifts, for my mom, for others at the cancer center, for family, for the kids. I could not stop, until I did. At some point last spring, I was done with socks. I did not need that distraction anymore and I moved past the obsession.
I am grateful for yarn and fiber to help get through difficult times. I have tools I need and yarn plays a big role in my sanity!
What about you? How are you coping with the stresses and changes that have come with our "new normal"? What do you do for comfort?