Inside: Life’s too short not to wear reindeer socks, wouldn’t you agree?
This post first ran five years ago. I hope you enjoy it!
Life’s Too Short Not to Wear Reindeer Socks
A few years ago I received a Christmas present of five pairs of socks with cute winter-reindeer motif, the same pattern but in different colors–red, navy, brown, cream, and ecru. And I love them. In fact, for the longest time I loved them so much I never wore them. . .
Let me explain. It goes back to an old habit that’s hard to die. Not wanting to use something–waiting for the perfect time to wear or use it. Silly, I know, but there is this part of me that wants to preserve things. Sort of like the “not using the good china” mentality.
I’m not the only one. Years ago I read an essay from Erma Bombeck in which she mentioned putting a beautiful candle, shaped like a rose, away in storage, not wanting to burn it. Turns out the candle ended up melting in storage.
Barring some vicious moths, something similar was unlikely to happen to my socks. But they sat neglected in a drawer for a little over a year until finally I started to wear them. At first they only saw the light of day briefly before I stuffed my foot into a boot. But then it hit me–why not wear them over my jeggings in such a way they could actually be seen? So I did.
Then another revolutionary thought dawned on me–why not wear them around the house? They made me smile. They gave me joy. So why not?
As I explained this story to the giver of the socks–Emily–she listened to the story, and when I was finished with my saga, she shrugged and said, “I just got them because I thought they were warm.”
And, yes, they are that, too.