Are you listening?
I have an obsession with socks. There, I said it. Don’t judge.
I wouldn’t quite call it a, “fetish” since there is nothing sexual about my love of socks, but my fondness for fuzzy foot wear is verifiable.
Hey I said, “verifiable”, not, “certifiable”!
I can’t plead the 5th however, since I am pretty sure I know where this silly sock thing comes from.
I am the oldest of six kids, and the only girl of the bunch. Growing-up, socks meant boys socks. I didn’t want to wear boys socks. So, I often would go without wearing them, until I was old enough to realize how awful they [and your feet] smell when you do that and old enough to care that I smelled!
When I became an adult and got married and had kids, there were my husbands socks or the kids’ socks. It took a long time before the kids were big enough for their socks to fit me so that left me with my husbands socks.
Just what I needed, more boys socks in my life.
The truth is, I used to wear high heels all of the time. Partly because I worked in the media/business world and partly because I just freakin’ love high heels. If I wasn’t in heels, I was barefoot. there really was little in between. Even at the gym, I was barefoot because I was there for MMA related classes on the mat.
A few years ago, I cut the bottom of my foot badly and severed a major nerve which left me with no feeling in the top third portion (both top and bottom sides) of my right foot. I didn’t think I would ever be able to wear heels again. It took a very long time to heal and even today I have little feeling.
For a long time I had to wear flat shoes, that is, once I was actually able to wear a shoe at all. Balance was also an issue, since although I knew my foot was on the ground, I really couldn’t feel it on the ground.
Once I started wearing regular shoes I realized quickly I had no socks of my own. The kids were grown and gone. No socks there. I was also divorced so there was no hubbies socks to borrow (hey it was an emergency) and that old bag of socks I used to hate so much would have really come in handy!
Anyhow, I needed socks.
When I went to buy some I couldn’t believe how many cute socks there were! Girl socks, all of them!
As you can guess, I went a lil crazy!
I didn’t buy out the sock section or anything, but I came home with several pairs.
Since then, I have a hard time not looking at socks when I’m at a department or big-box store. For that matter, since this is the confessional and all, the Dollar Store is a great place to find cute socks.
As it stands at last count…I have about 30-some-odd pairs of socks!
Do you have any obsessions?
Sunday Confessions is a weekly blog series.
Every Sunday I post a random personal confession. “Personal” does not necessarily mean “private”,it just means the confession is unique to me and my life.
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