The old me (or rather the previous younger me) would have never even entertained a question like this. It would’ve been “probable blister” all the way. As a matter of fact, I once bought a brand new pair of heels and wore them to a friend’s wedding, barefooted. Walking to the car, the blisters began. They were going to be bad too. I put it out of my head, went to the wedding and even danced to the wee hours of the morning at the reception. The next day I woke up to golf ball size blisters on the backs of my heels. Oh well, painful, but they (the shoes) looked awesome!
Of course, in that case, wearing a dress was involved and in this one pants. No one will really see my feet anyway unless I sit and cross my legs. But still, you have to understand how truly ugly these socks are. Did you ever see Ruth Buzzie’s character on Laugh-in? Or on Carol Burnett show when she plays the cleaning lady? They’re both wearing these socks that slouch down to their ankles and are about 3 shades darker than flesh color? Well that’s what these socks looked like. Ok, why did I buy them in the first place? On the way to the airport I stopped to buy new shoes, heels. With them being brand new, socks were a good idea. Unfortunately, these were the only pair of dress socks the store had. Ugh! Now I’m stuck weighing out what to do.
As I grapple with such a harrowing decision, I’m struck by how much my age plays a factor. Sliding down the backside of 40 (yes, the way backside) being comfortable seems to win out most decisions. Afterall, it’s almost impossible to be charming or focused, or even engaged with other individuals if you’re constantly worried about something not fitting right, being too tight or blisters beginning.
On the other hand, these socks are so ugly, there may be a greater risk of distraction by “what if someone sees them”. Now my mind goes down the path of “why do I care so much about what someone else thinks if they just so happen to look down and get a glimpse of my ugly socks?” Right?
But, it’s not about what other people think when it really comes down to what I think when I see the socks. Maybe this sounds extreme, but they really are repulsive. It reminds me of when I first moved into my house in Utah. Every day I would come home and see the lamp in the dining room, and, literally, point at it and say “I hate that lamp”. If I were in a good mood when I walked in the sight of the lamp would bring me down just a hair and if I were in a bad mood, well everything was worse. One day, I went out and bought a new lamp and now, to this day, every time I see that lamp, I think “I love that lamp and got it just because it had an impact to what I saw each day”.
Because there are so many things in our environment we can’t change or can’t change at this moment, shouldn’t we take the opportunity, whenever it presents itself, to indulge a little and bring some beauty into our lives. Maybe it’s buying a flower (or picking one if you won’t get in trouble) to put on the table, or putting on your favorite “going out” cologne during the day, or having a small piece of chocolate or wearing a really soft piece of clothing, or some of that glittery makeup which only shows up when the light hits it just right, … or …. maybe throwing away an ugly pair of socks!
Sylvia
Of course, in that case, wearing a dress was involved and in this one pants. No one will really see my feet anyway unless I sit and cross my legs. But still, you have to understand how truly ugly these socks are. Did you ever see Ruth Buzzie’s character on Laugh-in? Or on Carol Burnett show when she plays the cleaning lady? They’re both wearing these socks that slouch down to their ankles and are about 3 shades darker than flesh color? Well that’s what these socks looked like. Ok, why did I buy them in the first place? On the way to the airport I stopped to buy new shoes, heels. With them being brand new, socks were a good idea. Unfortunately, these were the only pair of dress socks the store had. Ugh! Now I’m stuck weighing out what to do.
As I grapple with such a harrowing decision, I’m struck by how much my age plays a factor. Sliding down the backside of 40 (yes, the way backside) being comfortable seems to win out most decisions. Afterall, it’s almost impossible to be charming or focused, or even engaged with other individuals if you’re constantly worried about something not fitting right, being too tight or blisters beginning.
On the other hand, these socks are so ugly, there may be a greater risk of distraction by “what if someone sees them”. Now my mind goes down the path of “why do I care so much about what someone else thinks if they just so happen to look down and get a glimpse of my ugly socks?” Right?
But, it’s not about what other people think when it really comes down to what I think when I see the socks. Maybe this sounds extreme, but they really are repulsive. It reminds me of when I first moved into my house in Utah. Every day I would come home and see the lamp in the dining room, and, literally, point at it and say “I hate that lamp”. If I were in a good mood when I walked in the sight of the lamp would bring me down just a hair and if I were in a bad mood, well everything was worse. One day, I went out and bought a new lamp and now, to this day, every time I see that lamp, I think “I love that lamp and got it just because it had an impact to what I saw each day”.
Because there are so many things in our environment we can’t change or can’t change at this moment, shouldn’t we take the opportunity, whenever it presents itself, to indulge a little and bring some beauty into our lives. Maybe it’s buying a flower (or picking one if you won’t get in trouble) to put on the table, or putting on your favorite “going out” cologne during the day, or having a small piece of chocolate or wearing a really soft piece of clothing, or some of that glittery makeup which only shows up when the light hits it just right, … or …. maybe throwing away an ugly pair of socks!
Sylvia