No, not sock-spice as in cinnamon, or nutmeg. It’s sock -spis (like hospice). It’s where old socks go for their last days. I have a pair, my first pair of “real socks” that qualify:
I knit these out of Nancy Bush’s Folk Socks book, using some Mountain Colors yarn (I think?) that I bought at Stitches West somewhere around 2002 or 2003. I knit them on Size 3 (3.25 mm) needles, because that’s what I was told was a good needle size, but they were really too big in retrospect. But I didn’t know better, and they lasted for a few years.
Along the way there have been repairs, but we have now reached my not-worth-the-time-to-fix point. I’ve darned even though I don’t really know how to darn socks, and these also have problems on the toes and the legs besides the obvious heel issues.
I will wear them as house socks until they go kablooy.
What do you do with your falling apart socks? Wear them ’til they drop, toss them quickly (and knit more!)? Inquiring minds would like to know if I’m the only one with a Sockspice.