When my Grandma Dorothy was alive, we would always take our socks to her and she'd darn them for us. I never minded wearing them after she darned them. I wish I would have learned to do it.
A couple weeks ago I was at my mom's cleaning out my old closet, and I found a pair of my old gloves. I noticed that they had been darned too! It gave me a very fond memory of Grandma. And, guess what!! The gloves match my new coat. I brought them home for another winter!