Last winter I wrote about my evil sock. All innocent looking in cream and pink argyle, it is one of the itchiest socks I have ever worn. And it isn't both socks, just one of them.
Now the season for toasty socks is approaching again and I am eyeing my wool sock bin. I see lots of favorites that promise a winter of warm and happy feet. Then I see the evil sock and its innocent twin. I observe them carefully wondering which one is really the evil sock and wondering how I am going to tell them apart before it's too late and my foot gets super red and itchy (and no, it's not athlete's foot. My foot looks like it's been burned).
Maybe I need to make a copy of these socks and then put them where an innocent somebody will unknowingly pick them up and put them on, thereby releasing me from the curse of one itchy foot before the week is up.