You can sell them as being worn once by "Where's" Waldo! :)

Why would I want to sell them? I want to wear them many more times than once (happy feet presently encased in the new ones.)

Ah, but are you sure they're not actually gold and white & you're just seeing the wrong colours?!

Well, there is that. Does it count that the first time I wore them people called them the color I think they are?

Beautiful

Thanks. After all the years I wore commercial socks--mostly wool, mostly gray--it's fun to look down at my feet and see stripes! color! different every day!!

those are so neat :) thank you so much for sharing your projects!

Glad you enjoy them. When I first tried a stripe (on the first short sock) I was thinking only of using up the yarn left over from pairs of taller socks--I had no idea they could be such fun to play with in terms of mixing colors, etc.

My name is Karen and I don't do anything to be anything except anonymous, but the red white and blue socks are definitely my favorites (although I love all of the rest of the stripes!!!).

I don't think I've ever seen wool yarn that was quite as white as the color in your socks, but the birdseye pattern in the heels is almost reminiscent of stars, and I really love that affect!

The Cascade 220 white yarn really is a very *white* white, more like an acrylic white yarn, but I think they just bleached the heck out of it. Also, sunlight...it just glows in the sunlight. It does have a different feel to the other Cascade 220 yarns, and has broken several times, another reason I think it may be overbleached. I may try to find the creamier white I used in the earlier short socks this year (Before the 4th of July ones) because of that, but I still have a skein of the WHITE white to use up. It does make other colors sparkle.

Oh that last comment was from Kathleen I forgot this site doesn't fill in our names like the blog does.

I think the "mother's colors" pair is my favorite.

My mother would have agreed with you . She and I were not entirely on the same page when it came to color. She was much more influenced by social conventions, notions of what proper girls/women should wear. I understand that now; she was in a precarious position as a divorcee and her safety and mine depended on her willingness to conform. I was always intensely affected by color, and thus resistant to being pushed to colors that made me feel sick, sad, unsettled. She had different sensitivities and didn't accept that mine were anything but foolishness which she indulged often enough, but not in the matter of socks.

That's why she knit me only two pairs of socks. I had asked for a red pair (again) for the second pair (first pair was royal blue--OK); she knit me a pea-green pair. I don't like pea-green (there are, obviously, greens I do like) and thought she was well aware of that. She was right that I was rude in saying so. I was right in that she was at the least inconsiderate in choosing a color she had reason to know I didn't like and never wore. She was incensed that I didn't take proper care of the green socks and they got a hole in them early on. I hated wearing them; every time they were on my feet I felt sick looking down at them. I didn't try to explain that because I'd tried talking about how colors affected me years earlier to no avail. We came to a tacit understanding that knitting and socks would not be mentioned together again.

Forty years later I started making my own socks. Not surprisingly, the first pair (and fourth pair, and quite a few later pairs) were red. I will *always* have a pair of red socks to wear (though I don't wear red socks every day--other colors are also good.) Fortunately for me, I no longer have to worry about her opinion of my choices. I can honor her with a pair that is mostly in her colors and partly knit of yarn she had. She doesn't have to look at the rest. (I do hear her comments in my head, of course.)

So I appreciate the comments of those who like the "Mother's Colors" socks and recognize that what colors someone likes matters, if you're knitting for them. Those socks are for her memory. I wear them with loving thoughts of her, but without real enjoyment of the colors.