Benign addiction

Grubbing around in my sock drawer, I happened to grab Easter Bunny socks -- thought "I can't wear these now, It's January!" then thought "Of course I can wear them whenever I want to -- it's like having a little Easter holiday" and decided not to put "away" my Christmas or Halloween or Valentines socks, but leave them in the drawer and have random holidays.

Now you're asking yourself, why does she have Easter, Christmas, Halloween, etc. socks, anyway?

Well, my name is Linda L. and I am a sock-a-holic. I probably have forty pairs of socks, and that's not counting the ones that are (temporarily, I hope) missing their mates. It's a harmless addiction, and not even an expensive one -- the Dollar Store socks give me as much pleasure as the cashmere pair. I have friends who indulge me (Margee gave me a set of "Throx" which come in three's instead of two's) or even share the addiction. I gave just about everyone on my list a pair for Christmas. I saved a couple pairs of Greg's socks for the nostalgia and comfort factor.
 

Practical is not the goal -- if I were practical I'd do what I did for Greg and buy a dozen pairs the same so I'd never have to search for a mate. Variety and a sort of hidden delight is what it's about. Many of my socks have cats on them. Few people see them, so mismatching is another thing that I sometimes do, for the secret rebellion of it all. Pathetic? Well, that's the thing about being retired but not too tired -- anything that brings a smile to my face is worth doing!