I like socks.
Of late, my track record with socks is primarily happenstance. Obtained by necessity and without forethought. Acquired on a whim. Impulse socks. They feel good for a moment. Familiar and warm. Comfortable. But after wriggling around for a few hours, you realize that they are ill-fitting; simultaneously restrictive, and yet with elastic that’s pre-shot to Hell. The cheap acrylic fiber gets itchy – fast. It soon becomes apparent that these are Casual socks – disposable – worth nothing more than mere momentary gain and non-existent resale value.
From time to time, I am gifted with socks. And who can refuse Birthday socks, or Christmas socks? Summer socks seem to be my own particular brand, donned annually when seasonal fascination runs its all-too-predictable course. No matter the holiday upon which they are bestowed, they are still only Circumstantial socks. Fancily embroidered, ruffled, or even bedazzled, these Special Occasion socks are too loud, too jarring. The patterns are blatantly obvious. They scream: “Look!! SOCKS!”, calling unnecessary attention to themselves. Desperation socks are, quite simply, not attractive on anyone.
Intermittently, when I find socks that seem just right and bear re-wearing, I go overboard and rush to flaunt my Shameless socks. I’ve even been known to get so caught up that I’ve shown off my Newfound socks by pairing them with sandals, (sandals!) just to ensure everyone can see exactly the color, size and style. But over time, I’ve learned that Premature socks must eventually be laundered, and without the proper pre-treatment, on the other side of that wringer are a battery of Mismatched socks.
So what’s a girl to do?
You can’t just swear off socks.
The truth is, I’ve gone unadorned for some time now and it’s not that going socks-less is necessarily undesirable. Quite the opposite. Who can argue that oft times, it’s simply much less hassle to keep things paired-down? There’s a lot of mileage to be gotten from pedicures and reflexology. And while I’m certainly not condoning or recommending Business socks, or in a moment of weakness, succumbing to Pity socks, I can attest to the myriad of fabulous embellishments at a modern woman’s disposal – the very least of which are little strappy things, pumps, mules and the like. Merely slip on what suits your fancy and go, thereby avoiding the Emotionally-overwrought socks entirely!
At the end of the day, it gets cold.
And isn’t the best dream ever the dream of Potential socks?
Socks of warmest cashmere; soft and snuggly, tight enough to stay put, but not so restrictive as to impede your circulation. Socks that envelop you with comfort and reliability. Socks you can pad around all day in. Socks you can easily curl up with in your darkest hour. Socks you know intrinsically by faintest touch, and strongest smell. Socks that wear well over time; bettered by threadbare heels and darned toes. Socks that continually… well… knock your socks off.
Socks that you love beyond all others.
You can keep your little strappy things.
I’ll take socks.