Last year, in a fit of desperation at being unable to find a pair of grown-up girl shoes my size in any store at the mall, I bought a cheap plasticky pair of loafers out of the little girl section. When I saw REI had an online sale on Dansko clogs my size last month, I snapped up a pair for casual business work day wear.
I was glad to set aside the little loafers, with their heart-and-key charm accents. However, I have discovered that most of my pants have been hemmed while wearing some other pair of shoes. I am waiting for certain coworkers to tease me about wearing floods. The comfy Danskos seem to show an inordinate amount of sock.
This is fine by me, because I love socks. I have an entire drawerful of socks that have been longing to see the light. Holiday socks, traditional Scandinavian patterned socks, socks with cardinals and pine boughs on them, socks with cats and fish on them, socks I knit myself with deliberately mismatched stripes. All now much more on display than before. The rooster socks have been worn so much they're threatening to chicken out at the heels.
In the absence of any plain socks, today I opted for this combination of argyle socks with striped trousers. They remind me of a favorite quotation, which I've posted before but deserves to be repeated:
Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.
– Albert Einstein
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