Today I was thinking about socks. It has been coming on for a while now. At Christmas at my mom's house, I ran into one of my nephews and he said, 'Hey auntie, what does a guy have to do to get a pair of socks." I replied, that you just have to tell me. So he says, "That's it?"
And it really is. For a first pair when I am in a good mood and where the asker had no expectation of getting socks. He was really just commenting on his mom's socks and teasing me about the sock knitting thing. I suspect though, that he has stolen her socks when she is out of the house, to wear while he was watching TV. He felt a bit bashful when I said yes, that I really would make him socks. In the end, I asked him for a mandala, which he makes. His mandala work off paper is truly stunning and all I would want is a paper design of one. I would love to stitch one with blackwork embroidery. I cannot draw to save my life, but I would love one for it's symbolism filled with something I can do. I know that they can be a very private thing, that the search for that path might be too personal to just give away or reveal to others. He will get socks even if he does not wish to make a mandala. His sister too, just because.
I asked if he had a colour preference. He just asked for something fun, which gives me a pretty broad range. I am stash diving, because I do have an awful lot of sock yarn.
I'm going to ponder these for a while. There are other choices in the tub. So much to think about and it makes me very happy.