That moment when your are unexpectedly in an environment that requires shoes to be removed and you try to remember what socks you are wearing (ladies may glance down to see if they are even wearing any at all), if they match, or if they are in any way embarrassing. Aaaand, the great feeling when you are good to go. When it’s boot season, laundry day, and running late for work, it’s anyone’s guess what’s hugging those heels.
Here’s to being Shoeless Joe, but not Sockless Jerry! And for once having a relevant reference that is not derived from The Office.
Also, a simple google search has made me upsettingly aware of how much fun I’ve been missing out on with this under-appreciated article of clothing. Sadly, these pics were not taken personally, but snagged from Pinterest. I have a month to change my mind (or to fulfill it and need something else), but my New Year’s resolution for 2018 is to find an opportunity to flaunt my tootsies in a pair of these hot sox . Hmmm, gotta find a izakayas…
