A CLEAN PAIR OF HEELS.
OR WHAT A HEEL.
OR DARN IT WHY OH WHY DID I START THIS?A while ago I splashed out.
I bought some socks.
I don't buy socks very often, but I do suffer very badly from cold feet for at least 6 months of the year, probably due to working in a draughty old shed.
These socks weren't so expensive I had to look away while handing over my card and they weren't from any where fancy or exotic.
They were good wholesome socks with a hearty dose of wool in the mix from Marks and Spencer.
So imagine my despair when not two and a half months in to our glorious warm relationship the heels became transparent.
Drastic action had to be taken.
The well used, but never by me darning mushroom was taken off the shelf.
A vaguely matching colour of darning thread found.
I sat down for a pleasurable bit of make do and mend sewing on a Saturday afternoon, that went in to Saturday evening, that went in to Saturday night, that carried on well in to Sunday morning.
Dear God it was boring, I thought it would never end.
I rejoiced at the advent of the throw away culture we live in that liberated our Grandmothers from this drudgery.
And I still had another pair to do.
Drastic action was needed.
Thicker thread and fun I though may work.
One quick rummage in the back of the shed later and I clutched in my desperate hand a motley collection of tapestry wools someone had once given me as part of an unwanted stash.
There wasn't enough of any one colour to complete the job,
but really who cares?
This is much more like it.
Love Nora xxx