The problem...it's cold, outside and in:
Yesterday, I finally decided that I would take a moment and darn. I was surprised how quickly it went, and suddenly I have my old socks back, like new. Ahemmm.. No, not new in the sense that they are pristine, but very much my favorite.
Really, folks, who sees the bottom of your socks, besides someone who does your laundry (that would be me) and your fellow knit club members? And they certainly understand.
So I'm a darn'er with a free spirit. I have yet to darn with the same yarn from the sock, and here you have it: The darning egg, er, my glasses case. It's firm, easy to handle, fits into a sock, and has enough grip to stay put.
Yes, I'm left-handed.
Yes, and the toes are different...
I'm toasty again! A quick fix! (I watched darning videos while I was darning. It sort of was a stamp of approval on my method.)