Poor Mr B. 
Not so long ago, he had half a dozen pairs of handknitted socks and was pretty much wearing them all the time (depending on the efficiency of the laundress… 
). Then I swear they all got holes in at precisely the same time. Some were worse than others; I made him throw away both the pair knitted with Opal Rodeo Cotton and the Jules socks, as they were just more hole than sock, and tragically, the Having Hope socks had felted, which is the first time I’ve ever heard of a sock yarn with nylon felting, so perhaps it was the BFL content. Still gutting, though, when they’re the fanciest manly socks I’ve ever knitted. 
So I promised I’d knit a few pairs this year to help build up his collection again, but then you all know what happened to my knitting mojo. I felt so guilty about his lack of socks that I even went out and bought a cheap pack of 7 pairs of plain black socks. 
Which means his feet are warm but not fetchingly attired and obviously I need to cast on something that isn’t a baby hat…
The yarn is the only skein of remotely manly yarn I have left in my stash that I know won’t felt or wear out in a matter of days. 
My old friend Trekking XXL comes to the rescue again! I’m planning to keep these for odd moments and travelling as they’re fairly mindless, though I also got a lot done this morning while sitting at my pc for two hours getting an antivirus problem sorted out.
I suppose the question now is whether the socks or the baby will arrive first..!
