You can call it whatever you would like but Gertrude was an expert at making anything look like new.
I found this old sock mending “thing” the other day as I was going through a box I had not opened in years. It bought back memories of Gertrude’s nimble fingers working the thread across the hole in the sock and then weaving yarn back and forth until there was no more hole.
I tried to remember how to darn, but my attempt to fix a small hole in a sock was a jumble of threads.
Gertrude kept a sewing basket that contained the yarn, thread and needles and the wooden thing. She would do the mending after she had finished the dinner dishes. Her hands were never idle. Gertrude developed arthritis, and her knuckles looked like knots, and her fingers were so distorted that she could no longer wear her wedding ring. She never complained about pain, just kept on darning.
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