Today I rolled out my Hot Pink socks, another step in my movement towards being a new fashion icon and sex symbol.
Maria has stopped laughing at me for wearing the same thing every day – jeans and Chambray shirts. Last week, I ordered two special pairs of Spring socks.
This makes me happy, I love the color but don’t love wearing colorful clothes. But I do love wearing colorful socks. Go figure. Yesterday two different people complimented me on my socks and asked where I got them.
Life is full of crisis and mystery. I’m a Hot Pink Daddy.
Wonderful socks–thank you for sharing.
I leave your long entries until the late afternoons when I lie flat to rest my heart but want to use my brain. Your writing is so satisfying. Most of the time I find myself nodding along and when I don’t it adds a spice of disagreement.
The socks incite me to go to my sewing again–a rather tricky piece of work, converting a too small dress bought on EBay , by adding a second material, which is similar, to make new sleeves and add strips of the same to the sides.