First of all, I’d like to thank you for your brilliant suggestions for my style statement! As I read them I just thought, well, how nice everyone was … thankyou all for “getting” me. It’s really hard to assess yourself and sometimes you need friends to chip in with an outside viewpoint, which is often so much truer than one’s own jaded viewpoint. My mother rang me this morning to say how she thought all your comments were so lovely and all valid… so thankyou again! I think they’re all wonderful and I’m adopting all of them.
Today I’m doing a little tutorial on darning. I’m well aware there are a lot of people who think I’m absolutely crazy for knitting my own socks, how do I know this? because this fact elicits gales of laughter if one of my friends lets it slip at some gathering, and someone there will always insist on me lifting a jeans leg to expose a sock to prove it. But I like knitting, and I’ve gone off knitting cardigans and jumpers, I’ve got plenty of scarves now, and I find socks easy as well as useful, so there it is.
I made my first pair of socks about five years ago and I recently had to darn a hole in the toe of one of these so I took a few progress photos to illustrate how this traditional old method works.
I’m good at darning (don’t laugh) I used to help out in my sons’ school uniform shop and once a boarder brought in his wool blazer with a hole in it and it was passed on to me as they knew I was a seamstress… when I had finished it (if I say so myself I’d done a pretty good job using a very fine wool thread so the darned hole was almost indistinguishable from the fabric around it) for the next week it was passed around to show other mothers who came in and who marvelled at it, until the boy came back in to pick it up. I was a little embarrassed but inwardly kinda chuffed at the attention it got…
So I’m not using a fine wool thread to darn this sock here today, but a much thicker sock wool and in a contrasting colour so it will definitely not be indistinguishable from the sock but this won’t matter, you’ll see why later… This is what you will need… a darning “mushroom” (these probably have a proper name but I’ve always called them mushrooms because that’s what they look like), wool thread, scissors, needle and your hole-y sock.
Run your thread in a running stitch adjacent to the hole and in an upper corner to secure the end in the fabric…
Take the thread through the opposite edge of the hole with a few running stitches, turn, place a few running stitches going back to the hole, then lay the thread back across the hole, do a few running stitches into the opposite edge, and so on. What you are creating here is a warp of parallel threads all secured as well as possible in the edges of the hole.
Now, using the same method of securing the thread at the edges, weave the thread up and down across and through through the lines you just laid out. When you come back down next to each woven line, weave down and up in the opposite way. With each “pass”, secure the thread with a couple of running stitches in the edges of the hole. This helps stabilise the broken and loose threads into each other, the body of the fabric, and the new woven patch all together.
And voila. Not an invisible patch, but here I am modelling the final darned sock. Oh, you can’t see it? Well, this is why perfection in darning one’s winter socks is not strictly necessary…
Details:
Skirt; my own design, charcoal jersey knit
Top and cardigan; Country Road
Scarf; my own design, black wool
Leggings; Metalicus
Boots; Andrea and Joen, from Uggies
My title is not referring to the weather, but the fact that I am down here in Dunsborough again, “minding” the beach-house during leavers week. Yah, the town is expecting thousands of teenagers to rock up any minute now and start being extremely loud, boisterous and drunken. In fact I have reliable intelligence that some had already started the partay-ing last weekend… But this morning Sienna and I were up and on the beach bright and early (thanks, Mum for the wake-up phone call…) and all was quiet and beautiful and peaceful… hardly a soul in sight; the only sound being the swoosh of the tide and the squawking of sea-birds. So I’m wondering where all the teenagers are, so far. Too early, maybe? Sensibly sleeping? Anyhoo, Mum will be coming to keep me company for today, we may catch a little morning tea and another stroll along the sand… discussing weighty worldly issues such as our sewing and wardrobe plans.
