Steve got socks. Christmas socks, at that. A friend just gave them to me for a Christmas tree decoration; they are a lovely red-and-white striped knit with red heels and toes, and they just happen to be a perfect fit for Steve. Sorry, Christmas Tree, stuffed bears get priority.
A nice pair of socks really is a beautiful thing. Nothing says "comfort" like a cozy pair of fluffy socks. And, on the other hand, nothing is as uncomfortable as clammy wet socks. Brrrrr. I hear that keeping your socks dry is absolutely crucial if you're going to survive long marches, say, in the military. I'd better mention it to Steve, just in case he was thinking of enlisting.
My favourite every-day kinds of socks are plain cotton ones, in a medium-weight knit. For really cold weather, or inside hiking or snow boots, thick woolly socks over top of the cotton ones are the best (a red stripe around the cuff is optional). And then for wearing inside nicer shoes, I have thin black socks, probably with a dash of nylon; but those kind are starting to leave the realm of sockishness and move over into stockingland. So I'm not sure they qualify for this post. Anyway, a really good pair of socks is a pleasure (Professor Dumbledore would tell you the same).
Now, I wonder if I should make Steve a toque to go with his socks - something in a Santa style, perhaps? But I don't know if I have any red yarn of the required weight available. Or the time to do any knitting right now. Also, his ears look warm enough right now, so he'll probably be okay, don't you think? He doesn't go playing in the snow very often, anyway. For now, he might as well just enjoy his socks.
Life, the Universe, and the Pleasure of Socks. Every bear should have a pair of his own.
I agree! I'm a huge fan of fluffy socks. Last Christmas my mum gave me a fluffy red pair and I've now worn them out.
ReplyDeleteOh, I too have discovered the luxury of knitted wool socks -I had not thought I could wear them, because I can't wear wool anywhere next to my skin - except on my feet and lower legs. I inherited a pair of socks from Mike that his Grandma had knit him (she has been gone for 13 years now). I LOVE those socks! But now they have a hole in each heel and I don't know how to darn socks. But I'll find a way to fix them....I have to!
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