You Can’t Judge A Sock By Its Pattern

If there’s one thing I’ve learned over the course of my 2018 Sockscapades, it’s that things often don’t turn out quite the way you expect.

Well, at least that’s today’s “one thing I’ve learned”. I’ll allow it’s entirely possible that I’ve spouted that same phrase four times already this year and just don’t remember. I mean, I’ve written a lot of posts since January while referencing quite a few random-seeming topics. Given that my memory ain’t what it was even when I was 35, the odds of me repeating myself is alarmingly high.

But I digress.

Back to today’s point, I figured at the beginning of this little adventure that I’d find the socks photography would be easy and would always reproduce exactly what I thought the socks looked like when choosing them from the drawer in the morning. If anything, then, the idea of finding and putting on new ones every day would get boring after, yanno, 200 shots or so of the same feet.

I’ve come to find out, though, that I had it all backwards. I’m not bored yet, even after a lot more than 200 days of taking pictures and making up words. That said, the daily selection very rarely comes out the way I expected in a picture. A pattern or a character — say, a Shaggy, for instance — often takes on a whole new personality when there’s a middle-aged dude’s foot inside of it. Case in point, today’s pattern struck me as quite geometric when I picked them out this morning.

As you can probably see by comparison, this pattern is actually a clever arrangement of hexagons. But it seems like they became something else entirely when I put them on.

If nothing else, it’s taught me to keep from judging the day ahead of me this year before letting it fill the pattern outself.