It started with one pair of these socks. That didn't last long, I needed more. I wear them either by themselves around the house in the evenings or in between my callused hooves and a tattered pair of Red Wing Iron Rangers while I'm at work. If it's cold and I'm lazy, I'll wear them twice before washing. They get thrown in the wash with work pants and all of my other nasty metal chip covered, gear oil stinking work clothes. They come out of the dryer with no appreciable pilling, smelling of freedom, blue skies, and ready for another day's work. On top of that - no shrinkage (something admirable in almost any situation).
P.S. If I know you in real life and you don't love these socks, I may have to re-evaluate our friendship.