The first socks of Fall. Slipper Socks. Socks I can wear when it’s blustery and cold on top of my other socks. You know, like slippers.
It’s just a nice way of saying I knitted them too long and I was too lazy to rip them back. I measured and remeasured and I swore they were too long, but I kept measuring my foot and then the sock and the measurement swore I was right on the money.