I was told once that you’re not supposed to wear blue and black together. How, then, they both ended up in the stripes of this rather dashing pair of socks is beyond me.
But, whatever, it’s okay by me. Not only are they genuinely nice looking, the also match my sleep pants. I mean, sure, they kinda sort of remind me of watching the death of the Wicked Witch of the East in photographic negative, but if that’s the worst thing I can find to complain about, well, I guess I’m doing all right.