The first store I went into where I was going to spend serious cash (or not so serious cash since I'm buying cat socks) had these. Sold. I didn't look at socks after this. Cheshire chat has always been one of my favorite literary characters. "Here's looking at you, kid"? Or how about this?
(I need to listen to this soundtrack. It's delicious.)
When I got home from Anaheim and went to add the Cheshire socks to the drawer, I took a moment to look through all my socks. I have had some for decades. They wear like cast iron. So as long as there isn't a hole in a toe or the heel isn't threadbare, I will keep them. But there were some I just could wear any more. They hadn't quite reached the point of no return, but were close. I wound up adding 4 pair to the give away bag. This is good because Carole and Larry gave me a couple pair for my birthday.
Cardinals are generally thought of as a Christmas bird, but I'll wear these all year 'round. I wear my holiday themed socks any time of the year. Why keep them hidden?
Oh boy! Penguins!
I should do another run through the drawer. I have some socks that, when I pull them out of the drawer, I toss back in. They aren't favorites anymore. I could replace them with ones I'd look forward to wearing.
Beverage: Irish Breakfast tea
Deb
Ah Deb, you are one of the few people that make sock wearing
ReplyDeletemore interesting than functional :)
Young people just wear weird. These are cool :)
Nancy and the kitties