After I posted Work Tunes last week, the Puddinette was minorly aghast because while she loved the record player socks, the state of my aging, worn, brown shoes was apparently just plain sad. Thankfully, we have Amazon these days to address our sad footwear situations without requiring anyone to step on cursed metal foot sizer contraptions that every 8 year old KNOWS is certain to eat their foot like a snake swallowing a full sized rat, starting with the big toe.
In honor of my new brown shoes, then, today had to be classic argyle in matching shades. Because even though the sock game must be strong, that doesn’t mean it has to always be the star of the day.
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