Heaping. Mountainous. Overflowing.
These are just a few words to describe my ever-growing pile of things to be mended, sewed, or patched. I actually don’t mind grabbing a pile of such work and planting myself in front of the tv for a couple of hours to catch up. It’s just that I’ve really let it go this time.
And then there are the socks.
I am pretty good about using a small, mesh laundry bag (like the ones intended for lingerie) to corral the family socks (especially the little ones!), but no matter how hard I try… there are stragglers.
The ones that don’t match. The ones that are missing. The ones that are entirely too worn out, but have a perfectly good mate. What’s a girl to do?
If the sock is not too worn, it makes perfect sense to stitch it up. It takes about 10 seconds and it’s good as new. I am careful to make the seam on the outside of the sock or my girls will complain of discomfort.
In the old days, women would mend holes in the toes of socks indefinitely. Consequently, the sock would become shorter and shorter and continually be handed down to the next child in line! I do this, too. They also did something similar with sheets. When bed sheets became worn in the middle, they would cut them down the center and sew the outsides of the sheets together to make a new “middle.” Ingenious.
Eventually a good sock gets so worn out that it is impossible to mend and seems of no use at all. Nonsense. This is when our socks get a second life in the rag drawer. I love using old socks to clean with. Turn the sock inside out to use the warm, fuzzy side for maximum scrubbing power. You can even wear the sock like a glove. (Great for those really disgusting jobs that you will inevitably encounter when you have kids!)
Back to the kitchen for coffee round 2. Perhaps I will get to my sewing today. Perhaps not. Either way, there will be coffee.