The Darning Egg – Linda C. Wisniewski

On a cold spring morning, not too long ago, I dug an old pair of socks from the back of my drawer, admiring the purple, black and olive-green stripes I had knitted. Though oversized and lumpy at the heel, they felt warm and cozy as I put them on. Later in the day, I noticed…

Linda C. Wisniewski

The Darning Egg – Linda C. Wisniewski

Linda C. Wisniewski

Linda C. Wisniewski

Linda C. Wisniewski