Some of Ailsa's superwash sock wool, done as bed socks for Miss Seven. That's her in right sidebar when she was Miss Four. A quick easy knit. Pinkish, but not in your face pink. Hopefully the colour will be acceptable. She's beginning to move away from the "any colour, so long as it's pink, grandma" stage. Apparently she loves wearing the socks I knit as bedsocks. She's very skinny so probably feels the cold.
When I was last there, she carefully drew around a foot and gave the paper to me, saying her foot had grown since the last pair. Hint, hint, Grandma. I took the hint.