Let’s talk about socks

As my kit comes back from the washing machine I’m channeling it away into the big kit box in the sky, or in my case in the wee space under the rafters. It’s all going away, I even put my ski boot linings round the machine – they certainly needed it.

It’s like a mourning parent carressing the clothes of a child they know they’ll never see again: these were his thermal tops, these were his ski socks, sitting forlorn and deflated on the end of the bed.

Socks and liners #2

It’s been barely three days and I’m missing the pistes already, I got it bad, what a darn shame.

I have even taken a darning needle to my rather expensive – Eur16 socks, what was I thinking? I bought the ones with differrent thickness at heel, toe and shin rubbish and a sort of slicker finish in places to allow freer movement in the boot.

What a crock, the change in material has caused weak spots to be created and they’re pulling apart at multiple seams, but I reckon with some amateur sewing I can save them for another season.

Still it gives me an excuse to grieve a bit, what a chimp.