Actually, these socks are the opposite of what I usually like in foot gear. I go in for dark-colored socks, socks that fit snugly, and socks that are really warm.
But somehow this loose, white, moderate-weight pair pleases me.
One reason is their amazing whiteness. And the fact that somehow they’ve managed to stay sparkling white for months. I think they’re magical socks — there really is no other explanation for all that cleanliness.
Play along with Carmi, or tell me about your socks.
Remember when socks were the most boring gift you could receive? Socks for Christmas was a real groaner. Well, all that has changed; it might be an age thing, huh? Whatever it is the perfect sock is now like the Holy Grail: worth the quest!
It should stay up without cutting off circulation and be soft but not floppy and in my world it should also be a knee sock. (Hey, it’s winter here; I can’t even think about an ankle sock without shivering.) Color is not important but natural fiber most definitely IS; socks must breathe. Someday I’d like to try a pair of cashmere knee socks but they may be too delicate to be practical. Still, it’s a lovely thought.
This photo makes me feel feel all warm and comfy: Which really matters to me today because it’s cold and icy outside. I love soft perspectives like this, because they force me to get back to the things that matter most: home, family, quiet time.
Thanks, Carmi. I really appreciate your thoughts and comments.