Back in the 1978, I went with my Bob [my new fiance] into a shoe shop. He took off one shoe in order to try on a new one, and I was horrified and embarrassed - he had a HUGE hole in the heel of his sock! "Oh, they're all like this" he said blithely.
On returning to his place, I insisted on checking - and ended up darning all his socks. All TWENTY SEVEN of them!
[Mathematical Digression - Almond's Universal Law of Sock Mathematics states that "every man possesses an odd number of socks. Should he then discard an odd number, in an attempt to reduce the remaining socks into pairs, he will find that he still possesses an odd number"]
Back in the 1970's the whole darn business was easy.
Take some wool, a needle, and a darning mushroom, and you're away! I even got a badge for darning in 1962 when I was a Brownie!
But things have changed nowadays...
Bob still buys his sox in multi-packs [easier to match up]
But they are nothing like the quality they used to be.
Instead of going into proper holes- the sort you can poke your toe/heel through, and the sort you can darn easily, now they just wear into thin patches.
Look at this one which Bob discarded last week...
I've put my hand inside so you can see it has a huge thin area, which is impossible to darn properly. So we have had to throw this one away. That is so wasteful and it irritates me. The only sox he has which are darnable are his this motorbike sox.
I am not sure why [as she was meticulous about her spellings usually] but my mother always spelled 'socks' as 'sox'
A friend of mine went back to the posh menswear shop where her husband had purchased sox the week before, only to have them go into holes almost immediately. "But your husband has obviously walked in these, Madam - and these ones are evening socks" We are still trying to work it out [did he mean 'bedsocks'?]
The whole thing is Darned Annoying!