Imperfect

I’ve spent a lot of these posts talking about the perfect socks for a given day, but sometimes there is no perfect match. We didn’t eat pizza today, and honestly that pizza is looking pretty imperfect anyway. In fact, this particular pair actually had a hole in ithe before I even put them on for the first time.

But let’s be honest, most of life is about managing to deal with the imperfect: imperfect days, imperfect situations, imperfect outcomes, and imperfect socks. Which had me feeling pretty damned good about the slightly imperfect pair of imperfect pizzas adorning my imperfect feet on a Sunday afternoon.