Today’s red shirt required a decent match because, hey, if your socks can’t match your outfit at least once a month, what are you even doing? Clearly, then, said shirt necessitated red-patterned argyle. Luckily, I’ve been hanging on to these snazzy bastards for a bit.
Tomorrow calls for argyle, too, but that’s gonna be a whole ‘nother ball of socks.
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