(They’re fancy because they’re very soft, not because of the elaborate stitch patterns they simply do not have etc. Intended as luxury post-fishing/wading socks for someone with smaller feet than mine. I am pretty stoked with how they’ve turned out and just deeply hoping they get worn til they wear out, rather than saved.
Honestly, for myself, I still feel like I’d rather have a pair of very plush manufactured hiking socks than anything, but right now, I’m getting to a point where my own little collection of handknit socks is pretty satisfying. I like it when they’re all clean and folded up together and then I’ve got a full week of fairly decent socks. (The black and grey ones are just the right amount of silly. Like! They barely look striped, but if you know you can absolutely tell the last couple stripes are a print faux jacquard yarn that doesn’t match anything else. Kind of nice to have silly socks that suit you.) I like that the oldest ones are still wearable after at least a decade, although they’re getting additional thin spots and need some preventative duplicate stitch again, and the socks o’ Theseus joke is pretty old by now. I also definitely like putting a dent in the accumulated sock yarns and finally converting them to useful socks.)
*Kind of one of those “dude, if you didn’t warrant the cashmere I wouldn’t’ve used the cashmere” situations, but I probably need a politer way to say it as this relationship is a little too formal for that.
