It was chilly enough last night to have to dig out some socks for my cold feet.
I have this ritual every year. My feet get cold and then I go look through the sock bins and decide it's not chilly enough yet for wool. I get out the same pair of cotton socks-my one and only handknit pair.
Good look, huh? Sun dress with flannel sheepy pj pants with cotton socks and crocs. I don't do season changes well. I never know what to put on. I feel very out of sorts when I don't have a seasonal uniform to just throw on without thinking about it.
What I need to do is knit more cotton socks. I have a few balls in my stash and I always turn my nose up at them never remembering they are my "bridge" socks. I should cast them on now while I am thinking about them but that would be pair number five on the needles and that's a lot-even for me.