We have this cupboard in the corner of our living room that currently houses all of our packets of photos. Since we switched over to digital a number of years ago, there have been few added to the boxes and loose envelopes. At one point, I spent days sorting and labeling all the pictures by location and date in preparation for finally creating a number of photo albums.
Then the box containing most of them got accidentally dropped. Rather than metldown completely, I just piled everything back into the boxes, packing them away. After a few more moves we came to our current house. At this point, I no longer completely remember what is in either the boxes or the photos.
A vacation task for the teens was to bring order to the photos and to get them scanned. The youngest actually scanned a couple hundred. But mostly the three of them were fascinated by the old photos; what everyone looked like as a baby. About the years before they were born.
And this photo turned up
The kids remembered me getting teased by Hans. about knitting socks while on vacation. Our two families were together on the Nordsee, the kids running wild and having a blast. I quietly did my thing for a couple of days, then presented him with the socks. The year, I think, was 1997. Now that I have seen the picture, I can come up with the information. But I wonder how many other pairs of socks over the years I have completely forgotten and did not record on film.
Not counting the 56 full pairs floating around here somewhere (a few of which need repairs), there are 10 orphans whose mate has gone AWOL. Additionally, there are those that I sent out in the world to comfort others plus all the small ones that the kids went through, got handed down or lost when they were little.
I wish I had kept track from the beginning, both as a record of the different designs I made up and as a record of improvement and learning over the years. I am tracking now, as a result of the various challenges and KALs. Sockyarn is a bit more expensive now and most that I buy is hand dyed. But my pleasure in knitting, the wonder when watching the growth from a few stitches into a three dimensional object that is both beautiful and functional. That has not changed.
I am on a train tomorrow evening to Zürich. On Wednesday morning we fly to Tel Aviv. I should be able to post, but might not be able to upload photos till I am back. We will see.