I’ve been wanting to mend my partners holey socks for weeks now! I had a little trip down to Devon, and during the drive down I started! I used lots of my wools from my piling collection, including my plant dyed wools for that extra POP!

Slowing down, taking time to care for these socks became a thought provoking and full feeling process. I was carrying a sock around everyday. It reminded me of children with their favourite blanket or toy.

I was wanting to repair at any free moment, breathing new life into the sad socks.

The joys of being by the sea and being in the sun mixed with the loving care towards the socks I was darning was a wonderfully calm practice.

I’ve given the socks a new lease of life and not one is the same.

I now wish they were my socks!

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