Stories from Laurel Lane
Nah, I've seen your feet. I know what they look like. :)When Ken was growing up the pile of mix-matched socks was a normal occurance. His mom would put all the socks in one basket and when they needed a pair each day, they riffled through the collection to find two that sort of matched... !
I just re-read your post and thought of something else. Since I attend Church with young singles, I have noticed that going bare-legged is quite the style now. In fact, by wearing "nylons" I am firmly securing my place in the "Old Lady" category. On ocassion I have gone stockingless, and yeah, it feels really wierd...
Being a person who loathes wearing socks, I think I just couldn't relate to your post. Honestly, I couldn't think of anything to say. I try to get away with wearing socks as little as possible. In fact, from about April to late October, the only socks I put on my feet are athletic socks when I run or walk. Otherwise I like my toes to breathe. Of course we're all entitled to our opinions, and I for one don't think a devotion to socks (or a lack of one, as I have) is anything more than personal preference. And it's something more I got to learn about my wonderful friend Kathy!wink. wink.
Awww! Kathy! I'm sorry you were nervous. I love socks. Half my the socks in my perfectly aligned sock drawer are the comfy, fluffy type for putting on as soon as i get out of bed in the morning. I also keep a basket for all the socks that come out of the dryer unmatched. It's like a big breath of fresh air to go through them and match them all up every week.
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