By: Blonde Two
I have a most excellent pair of Bridgdale long, merino walking socks. They are my favourite; so much so that I never wear them for walking.
No, these socks are sacrosanct, they live in my extra-special, orange clothes dry-bag (not orange clothes, orange bag), and they only come out when I am safely inside my tent and away from any nasty wetness.
I have discovered over the past winter, that long socks make most excellent bed-fellows. They seem engender an increased warmth factor, that goes beyond what you would expect from a extra few inches of knitting (I did once knit a sock). On top off that the ache in my left ankle (once broken, now mended) is also cured by my super-socks.
I don’t think Mr Blonde Two is overly enamoured with my new sock habit; I discovered last week that long socks are equally accommodating at home. Maybe it is the fact that I wear them with nothing else at all that he is objecting to. I think I look charming!
Well, you know that I have a very odd habit regarding socks in bed – in fact, just sock in bed, on the left foot with the right foot uncovered and the right PJ leg rolled up; this has been a habit of a life time as you know from a poem I wrote about when i am old! COLD FEET = NO SLEEP so Mr B2 needs to ‘put a sock in it’ as Granny would have said! Love, B2’s GM
I’ve a lovely pair of Granny-knit mohair bedsocks at home, but always keep a dry pair of walking socks for camping/bivouacking use – along with a woolly hat and gloves. B2GM, I wonder if the circulation is better in one of your feet than in the other?
P.S. We haven’t reached old yet.