As I have dressed every morning this week each pair of socks evokes a memory.
Roosimine socks, my latest pair, remind me of my spinning group because they were the first to see them finished.
Dazzle them from Behind socks remind me of a new friend because a) she gifted me the wool to make them, and b) she talked me into Tour de Sock this year which is where the pattern came from,
Starflower socks remind me of my son because I bought the yarn in Skagway after visiting him for three weeks in the Yukon, and they are the colour of the mountain ridges that surrounded his home.
My Euclid socks remind me of my sister because I knit them while in her company this past summer on her little island.
Double-knit socks remind me of the new friends I met in Tour de Sock as we encouraged each other through this tricky pattern.
Night and Day socks also remind me of my son because the pattern was inspired by the 24 hour days in summer and the 24 hour nights in winter in the Yukon.
So even when I am far away from my friends and loved ones, they are always close to my heart.
And my feet.