I hate mending. I just despise it. Most especially because most of the mending I get is Knut’s work clothes, many of them still dirty and with 20 other patches, and I just want to throw them out and start fresh. One of his work sweatshirts literally had 30 patches on it. I bought him a new one to replace it, but he said it was too nice for work. If you need to know anything about farmers, it’s that they rarely throw anything out. I guess for city people like myself, when we throw things out, we imagine they disappear. When farmers throw stuff out, they know it’s going in some landfill somewhere and that unsettles them. Farmers love their land.
So, in spite of my less than enthusiastic feelings towards mending, a few years ago I picked up a darning egg at an antique shop for $3. Because…wool, knitting, homemade. All good feelings.
It is becoming increasingly obvious to me that it is time to put this darning egg to use. Let me explain.
If there’s anything I hate more than mending, it’s socks. Can I get an Amen! from other mothers out there? Socks are everywhere in my house. They overtake wintertime hours. We have 7 people in this house, and let’s say the 5 little ones wear 2 pairs a day (at least, because…kids do) that is 12 socks being washed a day. That’s 84 pairs of socks that need matching a week. Nobody has time for that.
This is why, a few years ago, Knut and I made a very purposeful decision to start to transition our family over to wool socks. Ironically, this push came from Knut more than me, but the more he explained it to me, the more genius it was. The reasons are mainly in the wool vs. cotton explanation.