Seriously though, what's the deal with socks?!?

My Minions,

My Thanksgiving was wonderful.  Approximately 80 people packed themselves into my Favorite Aunt's house and waited impatiently for dinner to be served.  While they waited, we put all they babies born since Easter on the couch and took some photos.

It's almost too much cuteness to have in one room.  Fairy Godchild is the second baby from the left. She was definitely the cutest and most rotten of the six, but she is also the only one with a Fairy Godmother to make her so rotten.

Imperial Family Gatherings are loud and chaotic and always a good time.  Much wine was consumed, and in the process of consuming said wine, the subject of my Christmas list was brought up. Favorite Aunt was not happy with the list and said I had to come up with something other than yarn and a Ninja blender.  I asked that she be open-minded, head to the yarn store, search for patterns she thought I would like and yarn to go with the pattern and then present me with the sweater/scarf/hat/etc with a note that some assembly was required.  She didn't buy into it.

Then her son, who is the Brother I Never Had, asked what kind of yarn was on my list, so I showed him some sock yarn on my phone.  Knowing that he wears him store bought socks inside out because the seam irritates him, informed him that hand knit socks had no seams.  Astonished, he put in an order for me to make him 36 pair or black socks and was not deterred when I informed him that it was likely to take 36 months or more to fill his order.  At this point Favorite Aunt informs me that she would like a nice pair of fuzzy socks to wander about the house in, and the Empress Dad jumped on board and order a pair of socks in "whatever was warmer than wool" for him to wear when hunting.  More family members submitted their orders and I left with three thoughts:

1. Why do people who've never experienced a hand knit sock want them so badly?
2. I should go ahead and let the sock yarns in my virtual carts become a reality in my home.
3. I better get some effing yarn for Christmas!

Until next time,

Jessica, Empress of the Universe