Outside the wind is blowing the rain nearly sideways. It is wool sock weather. I pull out my thick wool socks and inspect them for wear.
That’s not exactly true. I discover the holes in my heels and toes as I wear them. A pair of socks will start out matching, with some nice design. But as the heels and toes wear out, I replace them with whatever yarn I happen to have on hand.
That’s how I end up with Frankenstein socks.