To be quite honest, I dislike socks. Judging by my sock drawer, you’d never guess it, but I really do kind of hate them. Why, you ask?
1. They’re restrictive. And I’m claustrophobic.
2. They ALWAYS cut off my ankles (and I don’t have fat ankles) and leave awful sock muffin tops on my legs.
3. They require closed toed shoes. Which is generally not a problem, however, it’s August, and I’m not ready for closed toed shoes. I’m still digging my flip flops.
And today will be no more than 65, and quite rainy, so I’ve dug my fabulous green polka dot rainboots out, and plan to go berry picking in the mud with RE and her/our buddies. Should be good times!