Yesterday, this pair of socks that Caroline informed me is less than a year old developed a large hole under the ball of one of my feet. They are unrepairable as the darning stitches that would be required to bridge the hole would be too uncomfortable for my highly sensitive feet. The yarn was picked up in Santa Cruz, California, last May 4th, which means Caroline just finished these within the last 6 months. Maybe I wore them too often or it’s possible they didn’t have enough nylon spun into the yarn? In any case, they weren’t as durable as others. There’s really no way of knowing, but they need to be put aside with great sadness. We are considering keeping one and adding it to our Tibetan prayer flags that hang over a sliding door. When socks are handmade for you, it’s absolutely tragic when a pair must go away.