This is without question the most difficult pair of socks to get a decent photo of in all of 2018. It’s hard to tell fire this but they read “Oh, Snow, You Didn’t”, and I took no less than 10 shots trying to get just one that did them justice. I’m not sure this one does accomplishes that, but it’s the closest of all the ones attempted.
I fully intended to use “oh, snow you didn’t” as an excuse to complain about the lack of anything even resembling wintery weather thus far this year, especially with today being the winter solstice and everything. I mean, it’s actually winter now and everything; it wouldn’t be the end of the world to have a white Christmas or whatever.
Ultimately, though, I’m struck by how hard it was to get a reasonable, social media worthy picture of them while physically on my feet today. The struggle speaks much more to the whole “oh snow you didn’t” thing than I ever would have guessed it would have. As if thinking I could adequately capture the essence of these sockk was hubris at its worst.
And this is how I find myself, on the cutting edge of winter, fighting to make sense of my socks at the end of a stocking-based marathon. I knew this Daywas coming, and there’s nothing left to do but dig deep, will myself to carry on, and focus on the prize.
Which is exactly what I’m going to do for the next 10 days. In the meantime, I’m going to need you to behave yourself, stay busy, and, um, try not to set the place on fire.
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