Just to say from the beginning I hate wearing socks. At home I wear my comfortable houseshoes, but without socks. Winter and Summer no socks and I never have cold feet. Our modern homes have central heating, so why heat the feet when not necessary. I hate the feeling of having a woolly mass enclosing my feet. The only time I actually voluntarily wear socks is when I go out in Winter, otherwise I suppose it would look strange walking bare foot in the shoes when it snows or temperatures are below zero.

I had two sons and a husband and they all wore socks. It seemed to be a masculine aspect of nature. And then there is the problem when you wash them. and put them together again. I will not go into detail, but it often happened that 2, 3 or 4 pair of socks were no longer pairs. I actually liked knitting socks, mainly for my boys (and a daughter) when they went to school. It was custom in Switzerland that they would wear knee socks. I loved kniitting them with the various patterns I would try. I remember reinforcing the toe and heel with an extra thread thread to stop them wearing out, but these were for my children. I cannot even remember how Mr. Swiss feet looked, they were always covered in a sock. The photo is from the stocks I still have from Mr. Swiss. Just half of them, the other half are in his golden oldie home. He even wears socks in Summer with sandels. How Swiss can you get.

Actually I am glad for the socks he still has at home. On a rare occasion in Winter, I can always take a pair to wear. I think Mr. Swiss mainly chose the same colour for his socks in case he lost one, who knows.