Yesterday morning I woke up and prompty burrowed back down under the covers with Measure. A distinct fall chill has begun to seep into the air, and I've noticed the leaves on the trees around the house being blown around in a distinctly autumnal way. It's sock season.
One of my peculiarities (one of many, I'm sure) is that I generally avoid wearing "regular" shoes at all costs. I'm usually barefoot in the house, and wear flip-flops everywhere else. I have even worn flip-flops on a skiing vacation before, at least for the bit where we hauled our stuff indoors. Then I stayed indoors where it was nice and warm and flip-flop friendly, since I prefer spending my snow experiences looking out the window at vistas frosted with white, sipping cocoa, instead of risking my neck sliding down said snowy vistas with a board strapped to my feet. My feet prefer to be naked and free, or perhaps robed in handknit socks if the weather is chilly -- hence, sock season.
This was the first pair of socks I ever designed myself, and of course now I can't remember when that was. A couple of years ago, at least. I still have the pattern and the chart written in my notes somewhere, and I'll be happy to share once I find them, if anyone is interested.