knock your socks off

When weather changes and is cool and officially fall, I convert my love of being barefoot in my shoes to always wearing wool socks.  Especially knee-high ones.  I become skeptical of flip-flops.  I am wary of sandals and even flats.  Here is why: I can talk myself into going to work, leaving our bright and warm house, going out in the dark, foggy and statistically wet morning, by putting on warm socks.  That is one of the keys to winter happiness.  I am sure that another key has something to do with scarves.  These are smartwool socks and I literally could own hundreds of these and I would want more.

I have owned these socks for years and they are starting to age and thin.  I have not come to terms with what I will do when they get holey and unfixable.  I will probably cut them up and make legwarmers.  I will not be able to throw them away.  This goes back to my young childhood where my mom would decide a sock had enough and she would gleefully rip up a sock and throw it away – regardless if she had my permission!  I remember promising myself that when I was an adult, I would never do that.  And, I have not thrown away a sock since.  Hubby and I do share some active wool socks and he has been known to thin the herd, ripping up an old hiking sock on my behalf.  But, these are not my cute knee-high socks, my fun striped socks that I continually have to smash into my sock drawer in order to get it closed.