Socks for Christmas are supposed to be the last resort of those who need to buy a man a present and have no idea what to get him. I, on the other hand, like socks, especially thick woolly ones that I can wear inside sturdy boots, and frequently request socks for Christmas.
This year it is my friend Margaret who has obliged. Not only has she sent me socks, but she knitted them herself. Since she is quite a serious knitter she also included the labels from the balls of wool. These were quite illuminating.
These socks, and the accompanying scarf (also lovely) have been around a bit, back and forth, bouncing between Europe, Asia and Australia. Or at least, various stages of their development have been.
The label doesn't say so, but my guess is that the wool was grown in Australia. Much of the world's wool is, even today, especially the very high quality stuff. But very little is processed in Australia. The superfine often goes to Italy where it is woven and used by the high end fashion industry. This knitting yarn was spun and dyed in China and Turkey, then sent back to Australia to be balled, labelled and distributed. Finally, Margaret knits it up and sends it on to France.