I Don’t Darn Socks

25_darn-socks.jpgI called my mom the other day. She was darning socks. She has always darned socks.

I used to darn my socks. Now I don’t. Now when they get a hole in them, I throw them out.

I’m of two minds—two characters—about sock darning.

One character imagines my mother watching as I toss the socks out; socks that, except for the holes in the heels, are perfectly fine; easily fixed. That character—fearing a raised eyebrow—feels a compulsion to darn the socks. Reduce; reuse; recycle.

My other character doesn’t want to darn socks. That character wants to write. Or dance. Or hike. Or hang with Bubba. She doesn’t want to darn socks.

My anti-sock-darning character has prevailed; she tosses the socks. But she hides them under other things when throwing them out.

That’s because The Judge—the disapproving judge—still presides in her mind.


 

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7 thoughts on “I Don’t Darn Socks

  1. betsysonoma

    My mom also darned socks, and I learned as well. I kindof liked doing it…calming, satisfying. But no, I dont do it,and frankly havent considered it. Maybe I will…for the good, Smart Wool socks! Lol

    Betsy Vivre sans aimer n’est pas proprement vivre. “To live without loving is to not really live.”

    Molière

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    1. I love your observation. The actual story is literal; about my mom and darning socks and my tussle between darning or not. And, it is, as you noted, more of a metaphor for all those times we tussle between things, and the outside influences that affect us as we choose. For you to have had that awareness is, in my opinion, deeply insightful. I’m looking forward to reading more of your blog posts. There’s wisdom in that young mind. Thanks for sharing it with us! And thanks for your comment on my post!

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  2. I really liked the ending.
    My grandmother used to do it. And then you had to remember which socks you were wearing before taking your shoes off in school or at a friend’s place. Quite stressful.
    And no way am I doing this. Poor socks. I throw them away so easily now.

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