Okay–who even REMEMBERS mending. Besides me, I mean. My Mom would have a basket of socks to be mended and would sit and mend them by putting the “darning egg” in the sock and then sort of re-weaving the fabric to cover the hole. My friend Karen reminded me yesterday of the lovely store “And Old Lace” (it was here in Salem, brain-child of of Elizabeth Southwell and Patricia Legai) which was where I bought my own darning egg…and put it decoratively in a basket. (Ahem.) But this weekend my favorite striped socks developed a hole in the toe. This is the penultimate pair of these socks. I think I have to mend them. In our throw-away world this seems odd-but I think I’m up to the challenge. I’ll let you know.
On The Way 
