Today is my 4th slice for the
March Slice of Life Challenge
I don't like socks. I like the idea of socks. I am very picky about socks. They can not be too tight or too loose. I prefer ankle length socks, but I like longer socks for hanging around the house. They must be soft. Socks must feel good inside my shoes...too thick and my shoes don't fit and too thin and my shoes slide around.
I have a few pairs of socks that I like...
A grey pair with the word beautiful in spelled down the side of the sock in sky blue letters. These socks are perfect...and they make me smile every time I see my feet declaring that I am beautiful.
|Wearing my Beautiful socks to school today!|
Black and white striped socks with a neon green stripe at the toe and the heel...that's my other favorite pair...but I have sad news. I put this pair in the wash. Only one sock emerged.
Yet another reason I do NOT like socks. They disappear. I can never find them, so I don't like getting attached. I am so sad about the loss of my striped sock.
As I take the socks out to photograph for this post, I smile. My favorite socks (except for the striped ones) all have a word on them. Beautiful. Joy. Happy. (Although the "Happy" socks are a bit too short for me, but I can live with it.)
I prefer sockless feet, but if I have to wear socks...I will wear socks that make me smile.