One of the most satisfying parts of my knitting process is when I get to gift the result of my labor to someone who really, deeply appreciates the item not only as something functional they can wear and keep warm in, but because I made it, for them, with them in mind.
This is how the doc always is when I make him things. From the moment I met him and gifted him his first pair of hand knit socks, he’s worn them whenever they are clean. In the desert. In 110 degrees. That guy, he wore my wool socks. Actually, the first pair were a breathable bamboo.
But I digress.
Whenever I make him a pair, he wears the shit out of them. He wears them when his toes have popped through from overwear. And then he asks me to consider darning them (I haven’t yet found my darning train… help me get there. I can’t envision myself fixing them. What do you do about this?).
This pair I worked on most of spring and into summer. I picked them up only when I needed mindless stockinette. I can make these in my sleep, almost. I’ve got his size down perfectly; a perfect project for when I am busy.
These are worked on in Quaere Fiber (a favorite of mine for socks!) in the Bright Side color way. I adore them. He’s wearing them on the dock, the first truly foggy, cold day we had at the end of a perfect summer. A classic after thought heel and he says this particular fiber feels great on his feet and stands the test of his hard wear and tear.