Day 226
Day 226 of the 365 days challenge.
I tend not to wear socks. I tend not to wear shoes either; my problem is that my feet are GINORMOUS, which limits my footwear options to stripper heels from Frederick's (they go up to size 14, thanks to getting so much of their business from female impersonators), or men's shoes, which I hate, because I am a girly girl. Since I usually wear flipflops, I don't own a lot of socks.
The first time I was in Boston, I wore the only pair of shoes I had that weren't flipflops-- a sturdy pair of low black heels. Of course, I had not remembered to bring socks-- I didn't own any-- and it was January and we were calf-deep in snow. My BFF Roger was horrified, and-- I forget where we were, I think it was the Prudential-- there was one of those vendor carts selling, among other things, socks. He demanded I stop and purchase some, toute suite.
Little did he know I would have done it anyway. THEY HAD ARGYLE! I am a girl who is obsessed with argyle. Before I had to cull my wardrobe in a hurry moving here, I'm guessing I had at least a dozen argyle sweaters. Argyle socks are the only socks I wear. Argyle makes me happy, happy, happy.
Day 226
Day 226 of the 365 days challenge.
I tend not to wear socks. I tend not to wear shoes either; my problem is that my feet are GINORMOUS, which limits my footwear options to stripper heels from Frederick's (they go up to size 14, thanks to getting so much of their business from female impersonators), or men's shoes, which I hate, because I am a girly girl. Since I usually wear flipflops, I don't own a lot of socks.
The first time I was in Boston, I wore the only pair of shoes I had that weren't flipflops-- a sturdy pair of low black heels. Of course, I had not remembered to bring socks-- I didn't own any-- and it was January and we were calf-deep in snow. My BFF Roger was horrified, and-- I forget where we were, I think it was the Prudential-- there was one of those vendor carts selling, among other things, socks. He demanded I stop and purchase some, toute suite.
Little did he know I would have done it anyway. THEY HAD ARGYLE! I am a girl who is obsessed with argyle. Before I had to cull my wardrobe in a hurry moving here, I'm guessing I had at least a dozen argyle sweaters. Argyle socks are the only socks I wear. Argyle makes me happy, happy, happy.