Even though he wasn’t being completely honest, Dumbledore told Harry in the Philosopher’s Stone that when he looked into the mirror of Erised (which shows one’s greatest desire), “I see myself holding a pair of thick, woolen socks… One can never have enough socks. Another Christmas has come and gone and I didn’t get a pair. People will insist on giving me books.”
I got a package full of wool socks this week, thin ones and thick ones, and they make me ridiculously happy while they keep my feet warm on our carpet-less hardwoods and tile. Part of the reason they make me so giddy is because someone I love sent them to me, and wearing them reminds me that I am loved. Friendship is such a beautiful thing.
Jon and I are totally addicted to our smartwool socks. I asked for socks for my birthday this year and have rarely been more delighted with what I received. It’s like a gift everyday. :)
Mine are smartwool too! Two thick and two thin pairs. Delightful, and sure to be on my wish list in the future.