Hi, it’s John and Mark.
We haven’t gone anywhere.
After nine wonderful years of shipping socks around the world, creating meaningful jobs, and spreading happiness, we’ve decided to pause our direct-to-consumer online store.
This pause is intentional.
We’re taking time to reflect on everything we’ve learned, streamline what worked best, and rebuild the store so we can be stronger, more focused, and even more joyful. When we return in 2026, it will be with an updated version of John’s Crazy Socks, rooted in the same mission we’ve always had: spreading happiness and showing what people with differing abilities can do.
In the meantime:
Most importantly, John’s Crazy Socks is not closing.
We’re building what comes next.
Thank you for being part of our journey.
We can’t wait to share what’s ahead.
John & Mark
Hi, it’s John and Mark.
We haven’t gone anywhere.
After nine wonderful years of shipping socks around the world, creating meaningful jobs, and spreading happiness, we’ve decided to pause our direct-to-consumer online store.
This pause is intentional.
We’re taking time to reflect on everything we’ve learned, streamline what worked best, and rebuild the store so we can be stronger, more focused, and even more joyful. When we return in 2026, it will be with an updated version of John’s Crazy Socks, rooted in the same mission we’ve always had: spreading happiness and showing what people with differing abilities can do.
In the meantime:
Most importantly, John’s Crazy Socks is not closing.
We’re building what comes next.
Thank you for being part of our journey.
We can’t wait to share what’s ahead.
John & Mark
Gaze upon our Raptor Claus Socks and be apprised that all is in fact not well in the North Pole this year. Santa, a cruel master, deposed his reindeer and replaced them with fierce velociraptors.
After yoking them to his Christmas sleigh with bonds of holly and ice, Santa proceeded to name them: “Gnasher, Lancer, Vonner and Vixen… Comet, Vulpid, Vandal and Drixem.”
Our Raptor Claus Socks show inscrutable Vulpid gazing into polar icefields with saurian surliness. This Christmas, save the cookies and leave out slabs of raw meat. Santa's team is hungry.
Style: Crew
