Goodbye, Gypsy Girls

It would be fair to say I have worn these socks to death. As soon as they came out of the laundry, they were on my feet. And they held up beautifully, but about six months ago, the color began leaching out of the yarn at a shocking rate. After each washing, the former electric blue faded closer to powder blue, until only faint traces of any blue at all remained. The jet black? Jetted far away. I knew it was only a matter of time until the socks were goners.

And when I pulled them on this morning, I ripped an inch-long hole in the back of the heel. Just, pfft, the fabric tore like wet tissue. No point darning them when they're practically disintegrating already, so these got pitched.

I'm going to have to do some serious sock knitting pretty soon. I think I've tossed about six pairs since my last crazed bout of serious sock knitting, and I'm willing to bet a few more pairs are going to be following the Gypsy Girls to sock heaven soon.