gives new meaning to the term 'stash'

Boyhood brought home a little treat this weekend...


The favorite house gin ("Loved by a tiny handful of people all over the world," according to the hang tag).

Free with purchase: Lovely leatherette pouch with carrying handle (for those sweet evening strolls with your sweetie when none but the best 750 ml of gin will do?).

Himself knew well enough to:
a) get his sweet *ss down to the liquor store when he heard that there was only one of these babies left; and
b) to relinquish any claim to it instantly.

For lo, what self-respecting knitter wouldn't look at this and immediately think:


Oh yeah, baby. Sock stasher par excellence.
I'm ready for our little trip to California this weekend – socks ahoy!