I wore these today not only because I have developed a deep and abiding love of argyle over the previous seven weeks, but also because I had Work Things I needed to look professional at this evening. Having done all that, I came to realize this afternoon that the splash of Limon Green at the cuffs and heels here pretty much exactly match a bottle of bathroom hand soap I use on the daily. Aloe and Verbena it’s called, or something of the like, to which I can only ask: what the f%&# is “Verbena”, and how did I get to be nearly 45 years old without hearing of it?
It’s a conspiracy, I’m pretty sure. A conspiracy to keep me flummoxed with made-up botanicals and thereby lull us all into false sense of security. The only answer is vigilence, friends! Vigilence, and probably your own pair of sweet killer argyle.
Also, “Argyle Verbena” may possibly be the best name for a fictional whodunit investigator ever, in the history of all media. Hell, I’m half-tempted to have business cards made with it, just to give to strangers for fun on St Patrick’s Day and Halloween.
I got to make up for yesterday’s somewhat more restrained “approved for customers” stripes with the wacky jigsaw pieces I’d been waiting for. And now we have definitive proof that Tuesday > Monday.
Had to visit a customer site today. While they doesn’t specifically call for lame socks, it does kind of require something on the more respectable side of the fence. These black striped puppies rep’d me just fine, even though I was dying to wear a pair of wacky jigsaw pieces or something. Which just goes to prove that, hey, sure, you want go all BLAM! all day every day, But sometimes you can’t, and there’s still gonna be a righteous pair of awesome in your drawer even then.
I’m not sure who’s having the best Sunday afternoon here — me in my brunchy egg fried socks, or Smoky, crushing hard on a mid-Sunday afternoon nap atop a pile of his favorite stuffed friends. Either way, everyone photo’d here is thoroughly enjoying a little leisure afternoon time, the benefits or which can simply not be overstated.
Indeed, may your Sundays be just as chill, and may we all have a pile of special friends around to make nap time amazing.
Middle Son had an archery competition today, which called for arrows. Lots and lots of arrows. He nailed his highest score for the season, so now I’m worried these are a good luck charm and I’ll need to wear them again. Definitely going to have to find another arrow pair for future competitions.
It was close to 70 degrees at one point yesterday, so imagine my irritation today when the temperature dipped close to 30. In an act of subtle (not to mention largely pointless) resistance, then, I sought to choose a pair of the most tropical socks in my drawer. It came down to two pair (the serving to be named later), and these amazing pineapples won the day.
Now all I need is a frozen rum beverage to truly enjoy the lead into the weekend.
I’ve been looking for the perfect opportunity to wear these, but this morning I realized there kind of never will be a perfect time to wear these. They’re nice, but kind of, simple. Basic, I guess? There kind of socks you wear when you have a day that’s just going to be 18 hours of chasing it, and hopefully getting closer to getting it done.
That was exactly my day today, so I guess this pair finally found its perfect day.
To round out the 2018 Puddintopia Valentine’s Day Sock Collection, I give you this pair featuring hearts shot through with Cupid’s projectile of choice. Shown here alongside my favorite Valentine* and her own heart-laden foot apparel.
And if that don’t blow yesterday’s Adoarability Quotient out of the water, I dunno what would.
*buffalo wings are a close second
As promised, here are your first hearts for the week. But even as adorable as this pair of socks is, it pales in comparison to that puppy face practically begging for playtime. Don’t worry; he got it. I am, after all, not an actual monster. Mostly.
There was a time I would have thought myself lucky to own just one pair of Valentine’s Day socks, and by lucky I mean that I never have really given any thought to V-Day socks whatsoever. Maybe once, like twenty-five years ago when I was still in college, working at a crappy department store, but I think my “fancy sock” schemes back then were limited to the more major of stock holidays, Halloween and possibly Christmas.
Cupid’s big day certainly didn’t make the cut.
So I can only say now that I am flush with an embarrassment of riches in that I’ve got no fewer than four (4!) pair in my top drawer specifically dedicated to the Biggest of Hallmark Holidays. Today’s set is the first of them, and I love that they’re not smattered with crimson hearts. Don’t worry, we’ll get to those too, but for now it’s nice to enjoy a pair that’s on theme, but still a little different too.