When I first converted to making and wearing hand-knitted socks, I aimed for colours that would harmonize with other things I was wearing. Then I threw in just a couple of colourful pairs because the yarns looked amazing. For wearing at home, or perhaps to the office on Fridays.

Over time I’ve come to love the crazier socks more and more. The pink ones that at first looked garish now don’t even stand out any more. The more colour, the happier they make me. (These are made with Zauberball Crazy.)

There’s a brand of socks called Happy Socks; Adrian loves them. Mine are even happier.

And I realized after a while that nobody at work cares about the colour of my socks, so now I wear the colourful ones to the office as often as the mood strikes me, without thinking twice.