weekend socks

My stepbrother and his wife (step-sister-in-law? ... lots of hyphens, but that must be right), gave me these socks two Christmases ago.

They don't match a thing I own. In fact, they don't match a thing I've EVER owned, or ever WILL own. (I'm a very conservative sort.)

I love these socks.

They're weekend socks ... I put them on Saturday morning, and they clash with whatever I wear. And I know it's the weekend ... nobody will see me, and I can wear whatever socks I like.

Some people rebel in big ways ... some people rebel in small ways. :)

I love my weekend socks.