As I believe I mentioned at some point, not every single pair of this year’s socks is a new one. This is one of the few “fun” socks I’ve had since long before I decided I was going to try to some wacky scheme to wear only some different, interesting stuff on my feet every day. I don’t remember when I got these Mickey Happy Holidays socks, but I figured for a Monday with Christmas Eve just a week out, I could do a lot worse than sport some tried and true, dependable Disney today.
Oh, and by the way, there are only 14 days left in 2018. I’d ask where in the hell the year went, but I’m pretty sure I’ve got a pretty thorough record of exactly where it went, one day at a time. You’d think that might make it seem less shocking that another year basically evaporated, but then you also probably wouldn’t think a cartoon mouse would be wearing shorts pants and white gloves either. And yet here we are.
Daughter played the role of Cratchit today in “Bah, Humbug,” a music theater adaptation of A Christmas Carol (which may, in fact, be my favorite piece of Christmas storytelling in literary history). Her mean ole dad — that’s is, me — would never admit it, but there might have even been a little moisture in my eye as she spoke dialog that I know by heart, such as, “He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant for them to remember, on Christmas Day, who made lame beggars walk and blind men see.”
Obviously, then, I had to wear the perfect pair of socks for the occasion today. You’ll be glad to see that the Puddinette made sure I didn’t disappoint.
Knowing what I know about the new likes and followers I’ve picked up since beginning the Great Sockscapades Of 2018, I have to admit that this particular pair gave me a moment’s pause this morning while considered the holiday collection in my drawer. But, hey, if the wife gets you a pair of socks that read “Bottoms Up”, you find a day to wear them.
Plus also, the more…unconventional…comments I’ve gotten on posts from various social media sources usually just give me a chuckle. So if right day to put enough trust in my fans for “Bottoms Up” socks isn’t the Saturday 10 days before Christmas, I’ll likely never know when the right day is.
Oh, and for the record, these are the most comfortable holiday socks I’ve ever worn. I might end up having to keep them just for that. But, let’s be honest, I’ll be keeping socks for far less compelling reasons when the New Year arrives.
It seems a little weird to say, but it’s a sad fact that to my recollection, I have never seen any production of The Nutcracker in person. I say it’s weird because I feel like usually it’s the kind of thing kids go to see on field trips before winter break. Either that or they have to get dressed up and then dragged along to an uncomfortable, too-formal brunch and the theatre on some Sunday afternoon on December. Probably because someone’s great aunt bought the tickets.
I did, admittedly, have a great aunt that liked to do that sort of thing, but maybe musicals weren’t her thing? Or, slightly more likely, it’s that dragging a posse of kids to see one wasn’t her ideal Sunday either.
At any rate, never having been to The Nutcracker, I was pretty stoked to see this pair of socks among my holiday collection. Not only do they fill the Nutcracksr shaped void left my soul from childhood, they’re also a bit irreverent and just the slightest touch creepy. Which is to say, they’re perfect for a winter Friday in mid-December.
I hope you had your own soul-filling moments of slight irrevence sometime today, and that your weekend is set for enjoyment. I mean that, no matter if you’ve got a Bloody Mary brunch and a trip to the theater on the books, or an awesome an to make your season super bright by just laying on the couch for a 48-hour Die Hard marathon.
Whatever your plan is, I fully expect you to crush it in every single way you possibly can. Just as long as you remember to, uh, try not to set the place on fire.
“He lied,” you will think
Music socks aren’t holiday
Oh but you’d be wrong
Notes are quite jolly
On Christmas band concert night
Like I just survived
The term has become inexplicably popular over the last week, but I can think of no better word to describe this new phase of our little sock project than “endgame”. Today begins an seemingly unending series of holiday socks to round out was has been an outstanding year, hand selected by my second son, who is celebrating his 15th birthday this very day.
Given a number of holiday-themed options this morning, he wasted exactly 237 milliseconds before declaring that I needed to put on this pair, headlined by a carnivore Claus and candy canes. They are, without question, the perfect choice for him, both festive and whimsical at once, while also being just different enough to be perfectly unique.
The kid will likely be taking ownership of them after they’ve been washed. I’m not going to lie, it fills me with a special kind of joy knowing that not only did these socks — and Second Son’s behest — usher in this final phase of The Sockening, but that he’ll also wear them the same kind of nerdy pride I have been rocking all year.
Happy holiday, kids, and happy birthday 15; if nothing else you’ll always have your dad’s taste in clothing (and other apparel).
This evening seemed like a good time to get a picture of Day Number 345’s socks in front of one of the many Christmas trees making la casa de Puddin extra festive. And by “seemed like a good time” I mean that I was laying on the couch by the fire with my feet up, admiring the day’s pattern of colorful dots on navy and gray. Forcing myself to get up would, naturally, have been a travesty.
Also, today’s photo of my socks before the tree is, like, foreshadowing or something. And I’ll leave you to chew on that piece of vagueness for a few days.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the course of my 2018 Sockscapades, it’s that things often don’t turn out quite the way you expect.
Well, at least that’s today’s “one thing I’ve learned”. I’ll allow it’s entirely possible that I’ve spouted that same phrase four times already this year and just don’t remember. I mean, I’ve written a lot of posts since January while referencing quite a few random-seeming topics. Given that my memory ain’t what it was even when I was 35, the odds of me repeating myself is alarmingly high.
But I digress.
Back to today’s point, I figured at the beginning of this little adventure that I’d find the socks photography would be easy and would always reproduce exactly what I thought the socks looked like when choosing them from the drawer in the morning. If anything, then, the idea of finding and putting on new ones every day would get boring after, yanno, 200 shots or so of the same feet.
I’ve come to find out, though, that I had it all backwards. I’m not bored yet, even after a lot more than 200 days of taking pictures and making up words. That said, the daily selection very rarely comes out the way I expected in a picture. A pattern or a character — say, a Shaggy, for instance — often takes on a whole new personality when there’s a middle-aged dude’s foot inside of it. Case in point, today’s pattern struck me as quite geometric when I picked them out this morning.
As you can probably see by comparison, this pattern is actually a clever arrangement of hexagons. But it seems like they became something else entirely when I put them on.
If nothing else, it’s taught me to keep from judging the day ahead of me this year before letting it fill the pattern outself.
I’m not going to lie, I’m running out of day-relevant socks. Or, at least, relevant things to say about whatever socks I picked to wear. But then again, it’s December 9th. Day 343 out of 365.
Zoinks! It’s almost the end of the year.
And with that said, I’m guessing you can see why I picked the socks I picked today.
Apparently NASA recorded the sound of wind on Mars this week with its be Insight rover, and SpaceX delivered a shipment of Christmas goodies — including candied yams — to the International Space Station this weekend. In my book, that’s enough space-centric news to be a good excuse for wearing a pair of constellation-oriented socks today.
Hope you’re having a great weekend, kids, filled with the sounds of other worlds and maybe even a holiday cookie or three!