The Danger of Handknit Socks

It's been an amusing few days. Friday was such a gorgeous day - sunny with highs near 70. It was so hard to believe that less than a week before we'd had one of the biggest snowfalls in years. It was the kind of day where it's nearly impossible to stay inside and no go for a wakl during lunch but it's equally difficult to go back inside when your lunch hour is over.

I couldn't resist and headed to a local book store. It was a good walk and along the way I enjoyed the local flavor as I always do. This guy amused me greatly. He was all dressed up and important looking, talking to the camera authoritatively about something or other. I'm sure that his public has no idea that he's standing on a suitcase. Vanity thy name is this guy.

I got to the book store and found what I went for (Cannery Row by John Steinbeck in case you're curious) and started heading back to my office with my head full of books. I was thinking about what i've read so far this year - Beloved by Toni Morrison, Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil by John Berendt, Red Knife by William Kent Kruger - and how I'm enjoying the balance between books that enrich and those that are pure pleasure.

Suddenly I was snapped out of my ponderings when someone called my name. It was my friend Phil who was on his way to a business meeting. We did one of this quick street hugs where you barely even touch and promised to talk soon before we went off in our different directions and I suddenly remembered...

My socks.

I was very distracted Friday morning as I got dressed and I didn't realize until I got to work and changed to my work shoes (instead of my sneakers) that I was wearing eye-searingly bright green socks with black jeans that were a tad bit too short (they're perfect with sneakers) and a red shirt. It's the kind of outfit that's fine if you're hiding out in your office but no good at all for anything else.

Now I'm sure that my friend didn't go home that night and tell the family "You should've seen the socks Hillary was wearing today". But still, I felt a little silly.

I guess that's the danger of handknit socks. You get sucked in by the pretty colors but they're not necessarily appropriate for all occasions. It's a price I'm prepared to pay.