Last night, I noticed the doc wearing the very first pair of socks I ever knit for him–back in 2012. It was a small moment that reminded me my hand knits are appreciated. They are also a nice window into my knitting proclivities of the time–what fibers did I like? What colors? During this time, I also knit most of my socks with a funny, red athletic toe line, like I’ve seen on countless commercial socks.

It acts as a living history of my making. These socks were a combination of wool and bamboo and I quite like the way they feel against skin. Perhaps I should make another pair?