Today's Topic is Socks
Socks are the common denominator in our society. |The majority of the people reading this are wearing at least one pair, and this pair has been deliberately chosen to be the ones worn for this day --a day that also also includes the choice to read this blog.
Some of these socks may range anywhere from being plain white (male or female) ankle or knee length , neon striped with articulated toes and heals, plus almost every conceivable design, colour, sports logo, weight, texture, and material that the modern man has imagined and manufactured.
Gone are the days of the home made knit socks and darning needles and darning eggs for the weekly hole repair.
However, no matter what genre sock is involved the mystery as to where the socks go after they are placed in the dryer remains to this day. When my family was growing up I made it a rule to only have white socks ..same style, same size ..so there wasn't any hassle in figuring out whose socks belonged to whom, and there were usually enough left socks for the right socks to pair up with.
I have had the same two feet for over 60 years. For over 60 years I have been concerned over finding, searching for, and wearing matching socks on these same two feet... feet which in fact are NOT matching in themselves. In reality they are barely mirror images of each other being in turn (and often in circles) alternately left and right. Therefore, tonight for the first time in 60 years, I am going to wear mismatched socks.. hearkening to the ancient adage that 'if you can't find the right one. . then you have to wear the one that's left."
Red Socks are special. They take you to parties where one meets the most interesting people, They also help you to dance like you think no one is looking. The wearing of them can almost guarantee that you will get home late or early depending upon which side of the clock you want to look at.
There are at least 4 'at one time used to be 19 years old' women who lived at #6-1953 Garnet Street, Regina, Saskatchewan in the early 1970's that can attest to the truth of the above statement.
Socks are the common denominator in our society. |The majority of the people reading this are wearing at least one pair, and this pair has been deliberately chosen to be the ones worn for this day --a day that also also includes the choice to read this blog.
Some of these socks may range anywhere from being plain white (male or female) ankle or knee length , neon striped with articulated toes and heals, plus almost every conceivable design, colour, sports logo, weight, texture, and material that the modern man has imagined and manufactured.
Gone are the days of the home made knit socks and darning needles and darning eggs for the weekly hole repair.
However, no matter what genre sock is involved the mystery as to where the socks go after they are placed in the dryer remains to this day. When my family was growing up I made it a rule to only have white socks ..same style, same size ..so there wasn't any hassle in figuring out whose socks belonged to whom, and there were usually enough left socks for the right socks to pair up with.
I have had the same two feet for over 60 years. For over 60 years I have been concerned over finding, searching for, and wearing matching socks on these same two feet... feet which in fact are NOT matching in themselves. In reality they are barely mirror images of each other being in turn (and often in circles) alternately left and right. Therefore, tonight for the first time in 60 years, I am going to wear mismatched socks.. hearkening to the ancient adage that 'if you can't find the right one. . then you have to wear the one that's left."
There are at least 4 'at one time used to be 19 years old' women who lived at #6-1953 Garnet Street, Regina, Saskatchewan in the early 1970's that can attest to the truth of the above statement.
