Those of you with weak knitting stomachs may want to skip the first photograph and move on to the happier things below. The accident you are about to see was inevitable, I suppose. I just wasn’t expecting it quite this suddenly.

My first pair of hand knit socks, the ones knit for me by my sister from my first handspun sock yarn, sprung holes on a dark night a couple of days ago. And not just little holes. One of them is bigger around than a quarter.

Sob.

So, now I’ve got to learn how to darn socks because there is no way I will just throw away those poor things. I cringe at the very thought! And I hope I can locate the little skein of extra yarn. It’s got to be around here somewhere.