Fuzzy Sock Anniversary.

Okay, it hasn’t been quite a year, but I am wearing my London socks. My going away (the first time) present from my supervisor were purple, fuzzy socks for the plan ride. I rode them there, packed them away, and just found them. They are perfectly warm for this chilly october weather.

At my packing party, the night before I went to London, I passed the socks around the room. Without fail, every person brushed them on their cheek. Every person. It became a game, who will feel their face with the purple socks.

I’m sure the socks are highly flammable and quite synthetic, but they are SO warm and soft. I will have to get a few more pair or make these part of my pajamas. Sew them on to the bottom on my Marks & Spencer jammie pants.