The other day, Nikki Dee became quite concerned as she regarded my twisted sock. Being the kind of gal that she is, she insisted on helping me a dress (get it?) the problem toute de suite.
Unfortunately, the sock thing is a consequence of my odd gait. Almost as soon as a take one of my patented, awkward steps, the sock begins to twist. It gets quite annoying really.
Actually, it’s not just my unfortunate bipedal mechanics because it doesn’t happen with all of my socks — at least not to this extent. So, I think it’s time to make a wardrobe change. Socks don’t exactly cost a King’s ransom afterall. Why haven’t I thought of this sooner?!
And then there’s the shirt. I have two of this ilk, the other being blue. I added both to my wardrobe this winter, but I shouldn’t have. Really!
Why not, AC?
Thanks for asking.
Well … you see that striped material fringing the neck and opening? It’s got an infuriatingly picky edge. Cuppa and I have taken the emery board to it on multiple occasions in futile attempts to sand it down. To no avail.
Winter is over, so it’s just about time to give the shirts up for loss and resign myself to investing in new ones next winter. Summer is beginning, so it’s also a propitious time to also turn in these socks for new ones.
I refuse to keep my shirt on, but I am willing to sock it to ya. Just as long as I don’t have to wear them to a hop.
Speaking of hops …