Socks are food for the sole…..literally. Feet take the biggest beating each and every day carrying us to our destinations. Running, walking, jumping, in the moment we don’t consider the impact these type of demands have on our feet. We should take good care of our feet since we only have two to last a lifetime. At the end of a day throw on some comfy socks, pour a glass a wine, and kick those dogs up! Aaaahhh, comfort.
Is there a bigger unsung hero among inanimate objects than socks? Think about it. They hug our sweaty feet all day, keep us warm, get riddled with holes, and never once complain. Usually we don’t think about socks until our big toe is sticking out of them, after all white is white and they all go in the same drawer. Thus, our hometown heroes lie dormant and unfulfilled, wounded and vulnerable, feeling the sting of under-appreciation as their hive-mind convinces them all at once to stand up and revolt, to walk out overnight and never cover a human’s foot again. It is the Sockpocalypse, and no man or woman will wear a sock again.
Okay, maybe not, but that still doesn’t mean socks shouldn’t be fun. You don’t own a whole closet of just plain white t-shirts, do you? Why treat socks the same way? After all, they have the harder job, the far less dignified job. Why not dress them up nice in bright rainbow colors and take them out for a night on the town, where they can be the center of attention? Isn’t it about time these unsung heroes became a little more exciting? Cool socks are finally invited to the party. They’re finally ready to kick back a few with the rest of the wardrobe and finally, at long last, feel at home.
What kind of food are you feeding your soles? Fuzzy, striped, argyle, knee-high, polka dot?