New Socks!

We like black. For this, we've endured a certain amount of gentle ribbing about Iain. "Are you going to dress him in all black?" "What color are you getting - let me guess: black!" etc.

So when a package arrived from Hank in LA, how delighted were we to find a pair of black and grey socks? DELIGHTED. And I think they might be cashmere or some other extremely soft blendy-thing. In any event, whatever they're made of, they're soooooft, and they fit. And they're black. Oooo...lovely.


Iain likes them, too. He lifts up his feet and stares, and last night he kept touching them.