Frosty the snowman.

This icy pair... so cool.

Vaporetto.

It is september, it is sunny, it is sacrament to wear socks and sandals.

Cindys socks.

A special treat from Venice Bienalle, proud pairs.

Lunch-time at Science.

This dusty pair turned up and started wearing purple (together).

Primary.

'Borrowed' socks apparently. Perfectly patterned, co-ordinated well and available in blue. TOTAL WINNER.

Tube Sock Two.

Post footie festival lad? Keep it up boy.

Black and White.

These fresh tube socks have clearly been laundered separately. Additionally - they demonstrate fantastic height and calf coverage.

Legs and Laces.

Peeping sock classics of leather plus fine cable knitwear. Sunday standards, enough said.

Glastonbury favourite.

These bees really stood out in the muddy crowd - assured height, a confident fold down and a well practiced stride. Buzz.

Seated summers.

Um-bro... How do you keep your socks so fresh?


There is simply no hope for some sockers. Not only was this photograph taken on a Wednesday where on earth was Mondays significant other? Poor pair.

Pardon me pastel.

Baby blue working wonders on a rainy day.

Familiar face.

It's difficult to go wrong with a peeking red pair, a Sockstop 'yes' again and again.

Carrots.

This pair really brighten up Mr. Sunday Athletics' faded accompaniments. And as for orange again so soon... I couldn't believe it either!

Club tropicana.

Not every sock goer is as subtle as the last - fruity.

Hospital sock.

There must come a time when coherent sock to trouser decisions develop into a necessity... this forest green match is quite the example.

Archive discovery.

A confident height and sandal-socking win [well done mum].

Cashmere canal.

Socks on the Shroppy... and a Lion bar inspired colour direction?

Found.

Finding the time for socks has been difficult of late, but amongst the long grass this pair of amber triumphs came to light. A spring awakening, more socks please.

Long time no sock.

Until I saw these beauties I had almost forgotten what day it was... if only these had the month on them too!

Socks at the Circus.

Double-socking a place in the gallery! Alarmingly visual coverage and tonal combination.

A self confessed stepfather sock steal. Smooth rib slouch to casual turn-up, a fine example of countryside chic.

Well I never.

Double socking has never been so outlandish - a rare treat to see this puzzled pair worn shoulder to shoulder. (And, you know what else....? His other sock was a navy.)

Pair 3 of 5 from a multipack.

Boy with a routine; first on, last off.

TFL.

This golden duo + sharp fold = bitter success.

Intelligent olive twill + sap ribbed blend = a favourable view.

Last night at the Woolpack...

This pair, totally unexpected. Turkey red is that you?

I spy.

Cotton vs cotton = snowdrop, what a successful combination.

January coverage.

Rapid morning sock decisions led to an asymmetric finish creating a series of irregular bands. A handsome pair mind, they can pull it off.

Last of the Season.

This fine spotted pair offer a final nod to Christmas spirit. Worn well with a winter clog presenting complimentary texture and scale.