It was a beautiful day where I live, and an even more beautiful evening, offering cool temps and the opportunity to watch the the Super Pink Moon gracefully climb over the horizon and into the darkening night sky.
I’m glad that with such a nice day, I thought to pull one of my classier pairs out of the drawer this morning. While nothing about this particular Tuesday made it a specifically formal occasion, with these socks I would have been nearly ready if a black tie affair had suddenly fallen into my otherwise crammed social schedule at any point this afternoon.
Luckily that didn’t happen–and really couldn’t have, given our current social situation–because otherwise I was wearing shorts and my National Sock Day tee-shirt.
Bond, James Bond? Not quite.
Usually only below the ankles.
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