knitting essay

Socks, handknit

Socks. Another pair knit. But these were not quite like others. Knit while life around me, my life as a mother, began it's steady shift away from all that it had been. Soon that movement will be greater, in September, the nest, our nest, once so full and crowded, with just be for the two old birds.
The Stalled Sock, this month's Lion Brand essay.