I am afraid I have a new addiction! My sock drawer is now filled with
socks. I have no regret either.And I am still knitting some from old stashes.
Right now it is -9 with wind chill of -20. I have been wearing a pair of
chunky socks I made from old stash they are great! I wear them when working
out in the snow shoveling etc. Sometimes for a couple of hours. Most are wool
some alpaca those are very warm. I use to have to double up on the store
bought ones now I don't have to do that so that is one reason I made so
Another is relaxation I get from it. Something about the repeating and feel between my fingers. I love merino wool over even the alpaca. Now my yarn store just received some Yak DK weight. When I was in the Netherlands at one store i visited I found some. I didn't like the feel. A bit stiff for me. However the tactual and fiber content is very exciting to work with. Also the colors you go to the mens shoppe in any store you get your browns blacks etc. You might get a patterned but usually with very muted colors. That doesn't fit me, I like variety in my life.
Then something about the history. If you think about it until the industrial age set in, most socks were hand knitted. My mother was a knitter part time she never made any socks, she did sweaters. I wore one in the second grade with so much pride. But having something crafted by hand is added touch. I feel like I am repeating a skill my female (and possible male) ancestors have engaged in. Something very timeless about this. A friend of mine who I met on my first knitting retreat told me how much yards of yarn are in one sock. Its amazing and its a continuous loop as well. I like to see that as a symbol of life sometimes you have it pretty straight and narrow (the cuff) then comes along something to put a kink in the road(the heal) but you keep going and it all levels out(the foot)
Just putting my thoughts out there on a rather cold and nasty am.