Socks

Tell the truth, I never paid so much attention to socks when I lived in Florida.  Socks? Florida?  That's not a pair one usually puts together.  One's in the wash and the other ... gone.

Of course I needed socks to play tennis or softball.  That's good.  But here in my Germany, socks have a whole different place in the culture.

For instance, it's simply colder here than in Florida a lot of the time, so feetsies need warm, therefore socks.  Some years ago, I bought a pair of socks from a woman who had picked the sheep to be shorn for the wool that she spun for the socks that she knitted.  I kid you not.  I still have them and wear them around the house all the time (in winter).

But hand-knitted socks are good lots of other times too - as in almost anytime - so we seem to have collected a few, from markets and from friends.  And we have sent pairs to lucky folks in the USofA.  If you haven't been so lucky, let me know.
Our socks hanging to dry.

Last year, we got one pair each from one of our Platjenwerber folks. She can knit!  Smooooooth seams, smoooooth toes and heels.  So I bought some wool and begged.

Now we have new socks.  Werner put his on right away - the more restrained gray/black. I go for color.  I'm still waiting to wear mine, but it won't be long!