I had an odd feeling on the sole of my foot. I looked down and discovered why.
There was a time, long ago, when I was afraid to wear handknit socks, for fear of wearing them out. Well, I've obviously gotten over that fear. Handknit socks feel too nice on your feet to leave them in the drawer, even when they aren't knit from Koigu, or Lorna's, or your favorite Etsy seller's hand-dyed sock yarn.
These were knit from some Bernat acrylic that came my way via KG (that's Knitting Grandma to new blog readers). If I remember correctly, I secretly dubbed these the Amtrak socks because not only did I knit the majority of this pair while riding on Acela, but I also noticed while knitting that the yarn colorway does a pretty good imitation of Amtrak's color scheme.
I never wore these socks out of the house; they were used as slippers to pad around the apartment on cold days. Since it's almost always cold chez Subway Knitter, they got used a lot. This is evidenced by the hole.
Digging through the yarn box the other day, I found another skein of the Bernat. You can guess what's going on my needles very soon. More slippers!