They are a strange phenomenon, small but so important and very time consuming to knit, lots of counting, decreasing, increasing and matching things up so that they look beautiful.
You can't really skimp on leg length or foot length like you can with other things. You can't really stop once you have completed one, you must do both ( who needs one sock???).
Then there are shop bought socks, especially kids ones which seem to disappear into the space time continuum when washed. Isaac has several odd pairs of socks as does Imogen.
Then there is the ease of removal of socks. By 8-9 months old Isaac was regularly removing his socks, an activity which he still finds amusing especially when we are out and about. I have probably left a trail of toddler socks across Southern England. Imogen on the other hand seems to have no desire to remove her socks. This does delight me, sometimes the only way to determine whether she is a boy or a girl is to check the socks.
Then there are the types of socks. Tony is a black sports socks man, but they leave black blobs of fluff everywhere. Most match but as they are from a variety of sources there are differences between some. On the plus side this does mean that holey ones can be thrown out and pairs can still be formed.
My dad on the other hand has 7 pairs of socks, black with coloured heels and toes, 1 for everyday of the week. When I suggested that he might want more, he laughed. He does his laundry once a week and so needs no more.
Me, well I have a variety. I love over the knee socks, although given my height they become knee highs for wearing with boots. I have coloured and patterned ankle socks for wearing with trainers and lots of thick fluffy ski and hike socks for this time of year.
Socks, don't you just love 'em,
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