(Not any pair of mine, but this photo perfectly captures what I mean. And I commend flickr user adamknits for knitting them. Man socks, that’s a lot of sock knitting, and the reason why my husband doesn’t have his own pair yet.)
Warm. Toasty. Feet.
I had not properly appreciated this wondrous thing until we moved into a 1930s era Crafstman-style house, complete with single-paned windows and drafty doors and big, heat-sucking chimneys (four of them!). It costs a lot to heat our house.
So what do I do when I am cold but don’t want to turn up the heater? I don my lovingly hand-knit wool socks, of which I now have four pair! I have lots of stash yarn for more, too. They’re really great. I wear them with a pair of fleece workout pants and big fluffy slippers, and it’s pretty decently warm. It also helps that my laptop sits over a heat vent, when the cat isn’t covering it (he does that well).
And since I only knit socks at the moment, I suppose this is a good thing.
knitters = angry mob 