Red.

There's nothing quite like a wall to sock match. Good old chino's and a scarlet pair - we've seen this one before and I'm sure we'll meet again.

Christmas is coming.

NB. Putting ones feet up in the office is never to be encouraged... Nonetheless - a darling pair of yuletide angoras.

Seventh day socks.

Wacky uncle Jez opened the door wearing these splendids. A questionable bulge, spot on for Sunday.

Six blue stripes. I fear the bobble takeover is imminent, but these thickset public school socks do look tremendously content [indoors only].

Kicking back with cousin plaid... forest green, claret and stray dog hairs.

After football...

Sporting strife (via the paint room) is noted in this uncoordinated, upright pair.

A stripe in the scullery.

Guy Fawkes came to the party wearing a pair of practical bonfire-night socks with contrast stripe and panel knitted details.... he said they were perfect with wellingtons, I thought they might look better on the fire.

That old chestnut.

It is very likely that this tri-blend yarn feels entirely at home with such a high caliber of leather.... keeping warm and looking dapper.

Fancy that.

A flesh-tone firework of a cotton pair. Just a dash, what a way to roll.

Afternoon angora.

It's winter warmth left, right and centre with these beauties. A strong pattern and easy slouch demonstrates confident socking for sure, congratulations.

Black + Grey.

This awkward pair gains merit alone from the peeping toe. A tad myspace, but a rather welcome Cheltenham viewing.