I was a curious little person: up until about 5th grade, I simply refused to wear jeans – they were too “boyish” – so my uniform was leggings and a (more often than not, mismatched, as I picked out my own clothes) tunic of sorts. Then I went through a very anti-sock phase; I hated them. The way they felt on my toes, the fuzz they left behind, even the way they rubbed against the tile floor in the kitchen bothered me.
At the moment, I can’t think of anything nicer than slipping into a brand-new pair of plain white, perfectly cushy, and – most importantly – warm, dry socks. I wore my fabric t-strap heels today, forgetting that this morning when I checked the weather, a tidal wave practically came out of the screen at me, they were predicting so much rain. So. Immediately upon my arrival, I dug around in my sock drawer, sure that I had a new pair stashed away somewhere… aha! New, fresh, cozy socks.
And now I’m off to break them in with a short run – on the treadmill today. It’s positively revolting out there: overcast and raining harder than a drizzle, but not a satisfying downpour. Hence, running inside.
PS: I’m sure you all (girls, anyway) remember these…
Worn with black, white, or pink patent shoes and some type of frilly frock. 🙂