Sad Story

I just binned a pair of socks. The socks I knit last summer, the blue ones that I like very much. They are very soft and have lovely colors. And many holes. Those socks travelled with me to Europe. I should keep them for sentimental value. But I can't. Because they have irreparable holes.

 

I am considering buying more of the yarn and reknitting them to make myself feel better. 

ETA

Yeah binning is a lie. they're going in the back of my sock drawer.