Monica Knits

Socks
I started knitting socks the year my mother-in-law, Margaret, died. We were great friends who shared a love of sewing, knitting, crochet, cross-stitch, needlework and, her son. Whenever I thought of her the tears flowed, but knitting with yarn from her stash and mine was cathartic. Three years later my eyes still moisten--the memories are warm and comforting like the sweater she knit, that has become my favorite.