From mrspencil: a knitted hat
Holmes teased Watson mercilessly when he saw the lumpy woollen hat, hand-made by Mrs Hudson as a Christmas gift. He too had received one, and thanked their landlady kindly, but resolved never to wear the hideous, misshapen garment. Watson, who had no such qualms, cheerily called Holmes a dandy and Holmes did nothing to speak against the judgement. What was so wrong, after all, with taking pride in one's appearance?
Now, however, he was beginning to regret his decision. It was far colder than he had anticipated, and a long wait at the docks to gather the evidence needed to prosecute a smuggling ring was beginning to take its toll. He should have suspected the low temperature, for the only reason Watson was not with him was due to the pain of his old war wounds; always a portent of snow and fierce winds.
With a huff, Holmes shoved his shivering fingers into his pockets, and frowned as he came upon a bundle of wool within. He pulled it out, and could not help but smile. It was the woollen hat, hand-knitted by Mrs Hudson. Lumpy, hideous, but refreshingly warm as he pulled it atop his head. The rest of his time at the docks passed a little quicker and he decided that, on occasion, practicality might outweigh fashion after all.