Socks

I went to the cutest sock store ever yesterday in Ft. Bragg. It was called "Pippi's Longstockings" and if the sign isn't too cute, I don't know what is.

So Millie, Megan and I went in.... and oh my! The choices were many and adorable. I finally chose a pair that looks like an alligator (complete with teeth) is eating my feet, Millie picked cute garden gnomes with flowers, and Megan selected some labelled "Mismatched". Ok, the "Mismatched" socks are the best idea ever! How could I NOT have come up with this idea? It is a pack of 3 similarly patterned, but different colored socks. Yes, 3 of them in one pack. That way, when the ever elusive "Sock Monster" that lives in all laundry equipment eats one, you still have 2 socks that somewhat go together. I guarantee a mom came up with this marketing scheme!

What is it about socks? I abhor grimy ones, the ones I find under the ottoman in our TV room, and wearing socks to bed. The low cut ones slip down in my shoes and the ones with grippers on the bottom make me stick to the floor and nearly fall on my face. However... there is nothing like putting on a pair of soft, perfectly clean socks for the very first time. When I become independently wealthy from selling an idea that is as brilliant as "Mismatched" socks, I will only wear my socks one time and then donate them to a worthy cause. That will be the measure of my success.

In the meantime, I will continue to seek the eternally lost matches to our socks, nag about the ones left in the family room, and beg the kids to claim theirs from the wash every week. Ahhh... the glory of socks.

May your day be full of Sparkle, from the inside out!