When I plucked these from the Drawer of Holding this morning, it was once again too early and I was once again bleary-eyed, which made me believe they matched the rust-and-tan shirt I put on. For the record, that particular shirt is my “fall colors” shirt, and one could argue that August 30th is too early for that business, but then again, it’s already Octoberfest Beer and Pumpkin Spice All The Things Season, so I felt 100% justified.
Which is to say, screw it, imma wear my fall work shirt.
Of course, when I actually got a good look at today’s socks in decent light, I realized they do not, in any way, shape, or form actually match said fall shirt I was wearing. Luckily, much later on, as I was taking today’s sock picture during halftime of Eldest Son’s soccer game, the Puddinette said, unbidden, “Are those just stripes on your socks? They kind of look like fall”.
It’s a small win, but I’ll take it.