The knitting, it is everywhere.
I saw this at the library and heard later that it was a knitter friend of a knitter friend who surreptitiously put these cute stockings on the statue outside the children’s entrance. It was awesome.
The socks stuck around for a few days before someone with absolutely no sense of whimsy or humor complained about them (What was the complaint? They were too bright? They clashed with the stone wall he was sitting on?) and the administration took them off. FAIL.
Boo on humorless jerkfaces! Yay for random handknits cropping up in the wild!