Sock Marathon

This summer, I noticed something amazing.

For the first time in years, I was able to move a pair of socks from one boy's drawer to another, and there was still not even the hint of holes in them.

The socks were these, and they were passed from Noah to Jabin.

How many Walmart sport socks have I thrown out in the last year? I really don't want to do the math on that one.

However, that little milestone proved to me that the time spent making home-made wool socks is actually worth it. Especially if I keep to a basic ribbed pattern so that it's a no-brainer and as quick as possible to knit.

So, this summer, when I have had time to sit (and REMEMBERED my knitting) I have been working like crazy to get at least one new pair of warm woolies made for every member of my family. (Hey, this year I might even get some socks made for myself! It could happen!)

Here's what I've got so far (in order of construction):

Noah’s rainbow socks. (Yes, he picked the yarn himself.)

Jude's (also his own choice of yarn):

Jabin's (caught me—I’m only half done, therefore, no foot shot).

Besides my kids' feet, my home is starting to look a little more cozy every day, too. We're not done, yet, but every little bit helps!