I am currently coaching an improv duo. F. one half of the duo is working on his one comic strip a day for 365 days project. After our rehearsal, this was emailed to me:
Now, to be fair, I don't think anyone one would have been the wiser had I not, during the rehearsal, mentioned what a drab affair my grey socks were. At some point, I gazed down at them and felt self conscious over the appalling lack of glamour.As much as I don't like wearing socks for the hell of it (around the house, etc.), I do find myself somewhat fixated on the striped variety. I purchase them whenever I can.
I also have an excessive amount of "Seasonal Socks" (or as I like to call them, "The Second Grade Teacher Socks"), all of them given to me as gifts. I am a frequent wearer of these socks. And rarely in the actual season they represent.
"His socks compelled one's attention, without losing one's respect."
-H.H. Munro
I don't think this is true of me.
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To be clear, the cartoon is a comedic exaggeration inspired by your comment. I thought your socks were a delightful shade of grey - very cozy looking.
Nice ghost socks.
1. I'm concerned by his representation of your chest. I'm going to ask a qualified mental health professional about it.
2. Bonus points for the stripes, balanced out by the seasonal footwear.
3. The favor you show loafers redeems so, so much.
4. I want to know more about emotional cul-de-sacs.
::is almost shamefully proud that she has almost the exact collection in her drawer, but replace "love for stripes" with "love for argyle"::
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