I am in the process of making my hubby, Rob a pair of hand-knit socks. I am making them out of really comfy, really thick red tweed yarn – which should (when they are done), make his feet feel insanely warm and cozy.
The pattern isn’t anything too taxing so I don’t have to stay too focused on it – which leaves lots of opportunity for me to get lost in my thoughts. I have been thinking a lot of my grandmother, who passed away eleven years ago-way before I learned to knit. I know that she would have taken a keen interest in my crafting and would have gotten a kick out of the handmade gifts that I never got a chance to make her.
So here I am, knitting my sock and I start to wonder if Nanny ever knit socks when she was younger. I know that she knew how to crochet – she taught me how to make a single crochet chain when I was a kid but it never evolved makings learning how to make anything useful (unless of course, you had a use for miles and miles of single crocheted chain).
The reason I am even wondering is that Nanny was a teenager / young adult during World War II and from what I understand, almost everyone back home knit socks for the soldiers during the war. It is a silly thought but I wish I knew if she did because I would feel a little closer to her as I sit here knitting my sock.