I guess if I’d done the math about how many socks I’d knit and prayed over the past fifteen years or so, I would have realized that even if half went to my family, that there were a lot of socks out there… but I didn’t really think that there ARE a LOT of socks out there that their recipients still wear and love.
I can’t tell you how happy it’s made me, over the past few days, to get all the emails and the photos. Anybody who makes homemade presents knows that worry… it’s homemade…. will they like it? and they know I made it myself, so it’s not like they can say anything if they don’t like it… so you never really know. Until today. People who don’t like their socks don’t go to all this trouble to make these amazing special photos and email them to me… they started arriving within MINUTES of my request.
These newest socks of Edda’s… she’s wearing them to her first meeting of a caregiver support group for people taking care of others with dementia. I can’t imagine how hard that must be. But if she feels like wearing her socks brings ALL of us with her to lift her up and support her, you know, that’s a great thing, to be part of that sisterhood.
Now have you noticed that some of these socks are looking familiar? I knit a whole pile of matching pairs for a group of friends, I know I posted about it somewhere…. … that top photo has one of the socks in progress… I knit a pair for everyone in our group, and then an extra two socks for Elizabeth Foss to guard in case somebody lost one or something. She has spare yarn just in case, too.
I guess I give most of my socks away at Christmas time… as i knit them through the year, usually one sock a week, I wash and block them, and put them in a special box… the Christmas season starts for me in my heart when we have our book club Christmas dinner and I bring the box (at its very fullest) and everybody chooses a new pair. And Abigail also chooses a pair for her mama, Lillian, who says, just like Ann’s mama,that the socks remind her to pray for me. And it took a while for both women to have enough ESD prayer socks for them to actually wear them, rather than keep them carefully laid out on the bureau top, lest they get worn out or holes or something….
So I never intended these socks to be like a prayer chain, or a prayer swap. As a matter of fact, there are plenty of my socks given to and worn by folks who are not people of faith AT ALL. But their socks are still made with 19,200 prayers, plus two heels and two toes and 30 kitchener stitches on each one. I’ve never felt compelled to explain that to non-believing people when giving them socks… I know the prayers are in the working of each stitch, and i know the socks will be worn and give love and comfort. If perhaps all this is connected in their hearts some day, well, that would be awfully nice. But if it doesn’t happen, it doesn’t take anything away from the joy of “oro et laboro”
I feel like passing along knowledge, like simple non-toxic dyeing, is even more important that passing along finished socks, but not quite as valuable as praying. So I think, as my energy allows, I am going to take pictures and post my recipe for my very simple hemmed top sock, just as I go along knitting the next one.
But first, I have at least a whole nother post of sock (and non-sock pictures) to show you. And a video of george that you’ll love. Now it’s time to sign off, though. Day 2 post chemo is REALLY hard. I have a big hematoma from one of my blood thinner shots, which they can’t evacuate because all that would happen would be that it would bleed more. I had gotten lazy about my eyedrops and my vision is NOT GOOD. And then there’s the general ick. I’ve cried a lot today, I would much rather be playing outside in the snow with my babies than struggling to find a comfortable spot on the sofa. So thank you again for the sock pictures. They have been the best distraction ever, I’m treasuring the memories and the stories that you’ve sent along. Joy, joy, joy. And more tomorrow. I have at least a dozen left. Love, esd